I still can’t talk, and my throat is horribly sore.
But…when I got home yesterday, Mary put me to bed, zipped out to the pharmacy and picked up some medications, went to the grocery store and got Jell-O and chocolate pudding, nagged me to drink lots of fluids, and checked on me every few hours to make sure I was comfortable. Then this morning she yelled at me to stay home and not go to work. I’m feeling coddled.
Unfortunately, I’m going to work in a few minutes. I have to give an exam and run a lab. I can’t spare a day in my schedule.
It must be terrible to live in a place where there is no backup or scope for illness on your part.
She will surely give you a well-deserved thrashing upon her return.
Today is September 16th. 2 days until the 19th. Talk lika pirate day. Gonna be hard on PZM being unable to talk much due to his cold. Needs some rum.. Arggghhhhhh matey!
I had a thing once, a few years ago… I was giving a lecture and suddenly, mid-sentence, my voice decided “Welp… That’s enough for the day!”
I tried to continue for a bit, but eventually my students convinced me to “Please stop! Go Home!!!” Sometimes your students actually have some very sensible ideas…
Here in Oz, turning up to work while sick is very much frowned-upon.
@ ^ John Morales : Yes, yes it is. It means potentially infecting others, putting them at risk and not being able to work properly anyhow becoz, y’know, you’re ill & so consequently not at your best or able to give your best.
Oh and we (Aussies) do have a long tradition of taking “sickies” or sick days off work – sometimes we’re even actually crook when we do it! ;-)
We benefit greatly from a history and culture of powerful unions and giving pople the proverbial “Fair Go” & being easy-going.
BTW. Hey, I’m sure there’s no way the Kreationist and Christianist mobs would ever take the title of this post waaay out of context is there!? ;-)
Still. We know what ya mean &, again, best wishes for the speediest and smoothest recovery from this possible PZ.
@ 5,6
Geez. Not in my my day. You blokes must’ve had cushy jobs. Calling in sick was utterly shameful and was treated like something that warranted investigation. Better have a doctor’s note at the absolute least.
If I went into work with a cold (New Zealand) my colleagues would boil me alive. Mostly to sterilize me, but also because I should be keeping my germs at home!