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I have a bad chest infection, a type of pneumonia. It started last week, but I ended up spending my weekend in the hospital (fun 
). They let me out early because I was being a pest, and the doctor warned me not to be up and about or it can make my situation worse, and I was behaving perfectly for the most part.
Unfortunately, this all had to happen around the time an art store decided to hire me. My orientation was scheduled for today…. In all fairness, I knew how it would look if I called in on my first day and said I was sick. I would look unfit, or irresponsible. So I sucked it up and went, despite being sick and the constant fatigue. And I almost made it. I passed out 30 minutes before it was time to go. Now everyone is going to remember me as “that guy who passed out in orientation”.
But I’m working an art store, lots of fun, and a discount. =D
Life is pretty good right now, other than being sick. My only complaint would be my roommate (insert name here). I let her stay with me because she was staying in a health hazard before hand and I feared for her, but temporary is starting to look not so temporary now, and she may be the very reason I’m sick as well.
Ever since my transplant, I have changed almost all my daily habits for the healthier. People may think I’m germ phobic now, but it really isn’t the case. I HAVE to keep my life pretty sterile because my immune system is crap now. I don’t put my hands on my face, in my mouth, wash them a lot, etc. My room and bathroom stays spotless, and I wear a mask if sickness is going around and I have to be out in public. To put it shortly, I take caution with things that I use to not have an ounce of concern about because almost anything can make me sick.
I explained this to Roommate when she came to stay. I told her that it was imperative to keep germ-typical places clean as possible, and she must clean her hands a lot since she will be living with me, touching my stuff. A few weeks later, has she been committed? No. She doesn’t wash her hands (at all) and don’t get me started about how she doesn’t clean the bathroom sink after brushing her teeth, and there’s more. Dishes pile up, her girl undies are in the floor. Enough said.
When I confronted her, she passed it off as a problem from my OCD (not everyone with this disorder is a clean freak). So, when I got sick and went in the hospital, Chris got very upset with her and laid down the law. Now she’s playing victim and acting like I’m some sort of dictator. I’ll be very happy when she moves, to put it bluntly.
Other than that, I’m doing really well, other than my chest infection. Hopefully the antibiotics destroy this thing so I don’t end back in the hospital. My fingers are crossed. XD
Also: I timed Chrissy while he was primping in the bathroom this morning. It takes him about 30 minutes to make himself pretty. When I told him, all he could say was, “I don’t primp, I make myself uglier because it’s a crime to be this damn sexy.”
He’s so full of himself.
). They let me out early because I was being a pest, and the doctor warned me not to be up and about or it can make my situation worse, and I was behaving perfectly for the most part. Unfortunately, this all had to happen around the time an art store decided to hire me. My orientation was scheduled for today…. In all fairness, I knew how it would look if I called in on my first day and said I was sick. I would look unfit, or irresponsible. So I sucked it up and went, despite being sick and the constant fatigue. And I almost made it. I passed out 30 minutes before it was time to go. Now everyone is going to remember me as “that guy who passed out in orientation”.
But I’m working an art store, lots of fun, and a discount. =D
Life is pretty good right now, other than being sick. My only complaint would be my roommate (insert name here). I let her stay with me because she was staying in a health hazard before hand and I feared for her, but temporary is starting to look not so temporary now, and she may be the very reason I’m sick as well.
Ever since my transplant, I have changed almost all my daily habits for the healthier. People may think I’m germ phobic now, but it really isn’t the case. I HAVE to keep my life pretty sterile because my immune system is crap now. I don’t put my hands on my face, in my mouth, wash them a lot, etc. My room and bathroom stays spotless, and I wear a mask if sickness is going around and I have to be out in public. To put it shortly, I take caution with things that I use to not have an ounce of concern about because almost anything can make me sick.
I explained this to Roommate when she came to stay. I told her that it was imperative to keep germ-typical places clean as possible, and she must clean her hands a lot since she will be living with me, touching my stuff. A few weeks later, has she been committed? No. She doesn’t wash her hands (at all) and don’t get me started about how she doesn’t clean the bathroom sink after brushing her teeth, and there’s more. Dishes pile up, her girl undies are in the floor. Enough said.
When I confronted her, she passed it off as a problem from my OCD (not everyone with this disorder is a clean freak). So, when I got sick and went in the hospital, Chris got very upset with her and laid down the law. Now she’s playing victim and acting like I’m some sort of dictator. I’ll be very happy when she moves, to put it bluntly.
Other than that, I’m doing really well, other than my chest infection. Hopefully the antibiotics destroy this thing so I don’t end back in the hospital. My fingers are crossed. XD
Also: I timed Chrissy while he was primping in the bathroom this morning. It takes him about 30 minutes to make himself pretty. When I told him, all he could say was, “I don’t primp, I make myself uglier because it’s a crime to be this damn sexy.”
He’s so full of himself.
Again, hope you feel better soon honey!
