I feel bloody awful, and it feels like someone has decided to set my lungs on fire. Yes, it's the dreaded lurgy.
It's been doing the rounds of the office, and people are dropping like flies, meaning that those of us that are daft enough to come in are having to do our own work as well as picking up the work that our colleagues.
So, as I sit here at my computer, I feel like crap. It's starting to hurt to breathe, and I'm wondering if I should call the vet (OK - my GP practice) tomorrow morning to see if I need to start the antibiotics / oral steroids that I keep as part of my asthma emergency kit. I don't want to start taking the antibiotics if I really don't need to take them.
Guess I should call this quits - I've got to drink the blasted hot blackcurrant. I wouldn't mind, but it's foul!
Karen
You look at me and you weep
For the free blue skies
I look to the stars
As they flicker and float in your eyes
And under these wings of steel
The small town dies
That which does not kill us makes us stronger
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Karen
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In theory. Instead, it just turns people into human pancakes, or gibbering wrecks.
Why do people insist on sending stupid emails asking for a response when you have already said that you are up to your eyeballs in work (and in some cases, breathing through a snorkel and are just awaiting the arrival of the proverbial seagull)? All this does is stress people out even further, and adds to an already over the top workload.
It wouldn't be so bad, but I'm getting to the stage where I am going to go bang - and not in a good way. I'm tired, frustrated and ready to tell someone where to go and shove themselves. And it's all because someone cannot leave me alone to get on with my work, and insists on updates for every little thing that I am doing.
Ok - not an issue - but this has to be done in writing. Meaning that I have to take time away from the stuff that I am *supposed* to be trying to sort out, and so putting myself even further behind schedule, and this results in even more grief from people who have asked me to carry out the tasks in the first damned place.
The worst part is, my personal life is suffering, as I am being told by people who mean a heck of a lot to me that I have cut communication with them. I have - but it's primarily because I am all stressed out, and really do not want to inflict my bad temper on people who do not deserve me going berserk at them.
All I want to do is get back to the way I was this time last year - happy, and relatively stress free, instead of being stressed out of my proverbial head all the damned time.
Time to call this quits - I need to crawl into my pit with the kindle.
Don't know when I'll be back - depends on how stressed out I get.
Karen
You look at me and you weep
For the free blue skies
I look to the stars
As they flicker and float in your eyes
And under these wings of steel
The small town dies
Why do people insist on sending stupid emails asking for a response when you have already said that you are up to your eyeballs in work (and in some cases, breathing through a snorkel and are just awaiting the arrival of the proverbial seagull)? All this does is stress people out even further, and adds to an already over the top workload.
It wouldn't be so bad, but I'm getting to the stage where I am going to go bang - and not in a good way. I'm tired, frustrated and ready to tell someone where to go and shove themselves. And it's all because someone cannot leave me alone to get on with my work, and insists on updates for every little thing that I am doing.
Ok - not an issue - but this has to be done in writing. Meaning that I have to take time away from the stuff that I am *supposed* to be trying to sort out, and so putting myself even further behind schedule, and this results in even more grief from people who have asked me to carry out the tasks in the first damned place.
The worst part is, my personal life is suffering, as I am being told by people who mean a heck of a lot to me that I have cut communication with them. I have - but it's primarily because I am all stressed out, and really do not want to inflict my bad temper on people who do not deserve me going berserk at them.
All I want to do is get back to the way I was this time last year - happy, and relatively stress free, instead of being stressed out of my proverbial head all the damned time.
Time to call this quits - I need to crawl into my pit with the kindle.
Don't know when I'll be back - depends on how stressed out I get.
Karen
You look at me and you weep
For the free blue skies
I look to the stars
As they flicker and float in your eyes
And under these wings of steel
The small town dies
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