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Dec. 9th, 2014 07:46 amOver the weekend they painted the loading dock floor of my office building with an industrial paint. It turns out the loading dock is where the intake vents are for the building (which is brilliant, as we've accused the building of being a sick building due to poor air quality - who puts the diesel truck exhaust under the intake vents?) so when they booted up the hvac systems on Monday, the building flooded with mind-bending chemicals; being a new building the windows don't open. So now the building is unsafe to work in unless you want to see the music. I do have to say the paint fumes, lead or no, were great for clearing the sinuses.
Oh I'm sick now. Crazy and sick. I was hoping it was just scratchy from all the talking canaydian, the strange twists your throat has to make to pronounce temperatures in metric, but the nose, the tired, it's me being sick and not just exhausted. I argue with my illness that it shouldn't be there, that I did everything right, but it's like going before an EEOC Judge - no matter what should be, if they say it is discrimination, then by force of law it is. By the racist Judge I am now sick.
Paint, sick, or no, I was gone for too long not to be working today. I have things I have to do, honestly fun things I absolutely want to do, but I'm so tired it's going to be a struggle. How much do I work, and rest, to be responsible?
Today I go to the ortho. It's time to schedule surgery...I'm scared. Not so much of the surgery, though living on the 4th floor being incapacitated is a real issue, but of being immobilized for so long.
My head is still spinning as I try to mesh the past week's experience with my here-life. A picture here, a fb picture, and some vaguebooking.
Oh I'm sick now. Crazy and sick. I was hoping it was just scratchy from all the talking canaydian, the strange twists your throat has to make to pronounce temperatures in metric, but the nose, the tired, it's me being sick and not just exhausted. I argue with my illness that it shouldn't be there, that I did everything right, but it's like going before an EEOC Judge - no matter what should be, if they say it is discrimination, then by force of law it is. By the racist Judge I am now sick.
Paint, sick, or no, I was gone for too long not to be working today. I have things I have to do, honestly fun things I absolutely want to do, but I'm so tired it's going to be a struggle. How much do I work, and rest, to be responsible?
Today I go to the ortho. It's time to schedule surgery...I'm scared. Not so much of the surgery, though living on the 4th floor being incapacitated is a real issue, but of being immobilized for so long.
My head is still spinning as I try to mesh the past week's experience with my here-life. A picture here, a fb picture, and some vaguebooking.
