I fall behind

So, none of us were deployed. Yet.

Got into work and had to wear a damn mask because of this irritating as hell coughing, which only pops up like this at work. People look at me like I'm the Grim Reaper. It's not fun, despite my many declarations that I prefer people stay far away from me. It's like the cough knows what it's doing and is deliberately sticking around to vex me at the worst possible time in human history to have a cold, and the antibiotics that the MD gave me aren't doing shit. I'm afraid they're going to send me home if it doesn't get any better.

I don't feel bad. I don't have a fever or nausea or anything else. I just can't stop coughing, this dry little tickle at the base of my throat. Wearing a mask is hot and uncomfortable but if it means money keeps flowing into my bank account I'll do what I have to do. Pretty soon I'm thinking it won't matter, because it's only a matter of time before this shit gets even worse and I'm declared non-essential.

I spent way too much money on food but I'd rather have enough than too little. Over what seemed like the longest weekend ever, I watched way too much Grey's Anatomy, bought a steam mop and got unnecessarily excited about it (barf) and read and bathed too much. The AC in my apartment is fucked and I know they're not going to send anyone out right now so Jack and I have been sweating our asses off. Yesterday wasn't so bad, but I know this week the heat is going to be gross.

I feel very useless here at work and the paranoia of everyone watching me cough is starting to get to me.

I'm ready to go home and take a shitload of meds.

-Rae