I'm off sick from work again today due to the fact the infection has spread to my other eye: I woke up with my face glued literally to my pillow this morning. Thankfully we're separated now but it wasn't at all pleasant at the time and put me right off my cornflakes.
Another trip to the doctor before lunch resulted in a horrible orange luminous dye being dropped into my eyes so the doctor could check for damage to the cornea. Thankfully there is none. Phew. He's also given me the name of some different sorts of eye drops which I may purchase as and when I see fit as my current ones seems to be causing my eyes considerable pain and aggravation...
But not nearly as much as my place of work.
I've just had a very polite but effectively nagging phone call from one of my work colleagues asking me when I'm liable to return to duties as tomorrow would be a big help because we're expecting a really big delivery of something or other and it would be useful if you were around to help carry it up the stairs to the offices... although there's really no rush as we can easily reschedule the delivery for when you do return...
Sheesh. They're all heart. Waiting for little old me.
Sigh.
I've told them I'll be in tomorrow.
Let's just hope I don't fall up the stairs, break a bone or two and sue their heartless asses for every penny they've got, eh?
14 comments:
Sorry to hear the old pink eye is persisting Steve (and yes, that really is the traditional term for conjunctivitus, even if it's more the case that 'your red scarf matches your eyes' as the old 1930s romantic spoof song goes.
You mustn't let this bin theft get to you so!
Work needs you!
I know. I just get sooo emotional about things. Especially work. I'm filling up as I type.
That sounds painful!! Bugger work. Get yourself right, you must be really run down for this onslaught of flu, colds and now this.
Or you could go visit MIL.....
That'll be the gammy eye though...
Tell them your indispensability is grounds for a rise of the remunerative variety!
Actually Amanda, the thought of visiting the MIL as an alternative makes returning to work an almost happy event...
Too right, Matthew... though I'm glad to say it's not filling up as much today; a sign that the infection is on the way out (I hope).
TimeWarden, if only local authorities operated on a meritous ethos... sadly not. If I'm lucky I'll get the door held open for me while I do my carthorse routine...
Typical workplace expecting the bloody world of you even when you're dying on your feet!
Hope you're better soon.
Not too bad today, OC... I can at last open my eyes without the need of a gemmy. I just look like an albino rabbit at the moment. Minus the ears.
And as for work...? Turns out they could have coped without me. I've been directing some pretty harsh pink-eyed looks towards the perpetrator of the phone call I can tell you!
My cat has an eye infection. He looks like Rocky Balboa.
Better Rocky than Rambo... ;-)
sorry to hear you were under the weather...i have been a little distracted by work as of late...will try to be more diligent in reading updates...
> it would be useful if you were around to help carry it up the stairs to the offices
HAHAHAH! That's really finny...!hehehehe... can't imagine anyone really saying that...hehehe... cos then it'd be like tipping you off - if possible, you could come in AFTER all that heavy lifting had been done...! :-)
Don't worry Daisy - I know you've been having a tough week; just take care of yourself!
I did consider doing just that, Eve! Nice to see you back on the blogging radar; thought we'd lost you for a while! :-)
Thanks for the welcome back :-) It's good to see you too, Steve...! :-D
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