I woke up this morning sick as a dog with pink eye and a fractured ankle.

Eyes crusted shut, throat swollen closed and a sore ankle can’t be a recipe for a good day, especially when you work in a job that frowns upon sick days… and masks.

Not to be dramatic but this feels like the start of my terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day and I am not ready for it. I had an ice pack and eye drops that I swore I brough with me today and now they’re nowhere to be found.

I keep telling my coworkers that I’m sick, so they should stay away but my personality is just too alluring *said sarcastically* because I am getting more attention now than when I could actually project my voice without pain.

My stomach hurts, my head is throbbing and I’m getting a rash from this medical boot rubbing on my leg. Maybe I’ll just throw up on someone so they send me home for the day because I’m tired of this Grandpa.