I've been busy lately with a few things in my life. I haven't worked since last Friday. I was supposed to work today, but as usual something comes up that restricted me, and might also possibly get me in more trouble or even fired from yet another job. The cards don't really look in my favor right now. It started a couple days ago, I was cleaning the house and made a cake for that night since we were going to have dinner over at Zach's moms house. I laid down for a bit thinking that my stuffy nose was because of allergies. I woke up almost 4 1/2 hours later feeling even worse. I took a Zyrtec and tried to calm down. At dinner, I tried really hard not to cough on anyone or do a whole lot of talking because it hurt.
When we came home I took a hot shower and went straight to bed. That next morning felt like a bus came and ran right over me literally. I had a headache, sore throat, stuffy nose and body aches so it felt like a normal cold. I laid in bed til Zach came home and we went to Walmart to get Chicken Noodle soup, Robitussin, Vicks, and some cranberry juice. Came home and we made the chicken noodle soup and it was delicious. That next morning it felt like nothing changed, except only getting worse. By that time, I could barely swallow.
I knew something was wrong, both Zach and I had the same symptoms so we called his mom and we went to the emergency room. It felt like Getting there, I had a bad feeling in my gut. They took Zach back first because he skin was red like fire red. They took me back at least an hour later, and I was in so much pain. They stuck a swab in my throat and it made me feel like I wanted to gag. The doctor then took another swab and put it right in my nose, he said it would feel like someone was tickling my brain. It kind of stung a little afterwards. Zach was in the room right next to me, so Julie would come over and check and see if I was okay. Maybe an hour into me being into the room, I began to feel woozy. They gave me steroids to calm down the swelling, which actually started working.
The doctor went into Zach's room and told him the news, Mono. My heart sank, I was close to tears before he came into my room. I had the same thing. I also had an ear infection from blowing my nose to hard. He told me to get better, he gave me two prescriptions and told me that I couldn't go back to work until Monday. That's when the Sea of Chaos basically flooded everything. Zach and Julie came into my room and I couldn't help but be frustrated with everything that went on.
When we were on our way back to Julies, so we could get the truck and go home that's where I let my tears go. What was I going to do? My job already has it out for me, what would this do to me? When we got home I went straight to bed it was already 2 in the morning. I couldn't think anymore, my brain was fried. I slept and woke up the next morning, called my work and told them that I was going to be coming in.
I went to Personal, and talked with Tami about everything. She told me since I called out to much for being sick, that I shouldn't be mad because I'm not getting hours. She told me that that's what happens when I call out. Since I already had my first couching not to long ago, I know that I'm probably going to get fired. My shift manager came in and we talked to her about possibly getting those scheduled hours for me to someone else, because then I wouldn't have to keep calling in and that wouldn't count against me for absences leading to another two couching's and then a boot to me with no job yet again.
I have never been this sick before in my life. I didn't really start getting sick till I began working here. The different chemicals and situations I'm in at work. I really hope that I don't get fired, I need a job so I can feel independent when I bring in money that I worked my butt off to get and it was hard earned. That sense of independence basically is what I feel when I get a paycheck. I've worked at Walmart for 3 months, and I like my job. I like the people that I work with, the customers that give me a compliment on how clean the bathrooms are, or the employees that take time out of their day to congratulate me on the hard work that I do. But, I'm not going to keep my hopes up for the simple fact that if it doesn't work out the way it's supposed to that I will be fired. So today, I'm going to start looking for other employment, and maybe.. just maybe I won't have to worry about not being able to find a job, because everything will work out for the best.
This is my hope.
- The Songbird-
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