Yesterday, I titled my post with a snarky bit about not feeling so super on Super Tuesday, but it seems like it's now prophetic. Tonight, after stepping out of the shower in preparation for going to work, I received a phone call from the co-worker I would be relieving: "Hey, I'm not feeling so well, I have chills wracking my body and I used one of those temperature strips and found that I'm running a fever of 101." I told him that, if he felt so ill, he should go home as soon as he felt up to it, and that I would leave as soon as possible: "Don't worry about the phone, just leave it in the regular place, I don't think any calls will come in in the next half-hour."
At his day job, this worthy gentleman works with a lot of elderly folks, many of them traveling abroad for extended periods of time. I'm not overly concerned about contagion- generally speaking, I'm a healthy beast. When I got to work, though, I used a paper towel to pick up the phone and gave it a once-over with some hand sanitizer, which we have in our retail shop in profusion.
Today's post title is a bit overly dramatic- I feel okay, I even feel optimistic. I told him that I could come in early tomorrow if he doesn't feel well, which pretty much means that I will be covering for him (he's now clocking in at 102.4). I'm not a worried man, so no worried song from me, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't happy to see that big pump bottle of hand sanitizer on the counter on the job.
UPDATE: You know things are bad when you get the text message 'I have the flu and need to take off for five days' and think 'that's good news!'
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