Manflu.
Posted by: Tony Lockhart on 30 September 2012
I sincerely hope I'm better tomorrow, as my job is quite testing both physically and mentally. I hate 'going sick' and haven't done so for over a year. Daytime telly, guilt, as well as being well under the weather isn't a good mixture.
I can't remember if music heals! Can anyone help on that?
Tony
Get out in the fresh air with your camera, that'l sort you out.
Daytime telly, guilt, as well as being well under the weather isn't a good mixture.
Tony,
That's exactly how I feel when sick. You can also add 'bored' as you feel so under the weather that you can't enjoy the things you enjoy when well.
Get well soon.
Steve
Been there, done that, got the t-shirt. There's a big difference in how much energy it takes to get dressed for work, as opposed to actually putting in the hours at work.
Of course, where I work now, they expect you to show up and work 12 hour shift without a lunch break even when you are sick. Not only do they not care about you, but they don't even care about their customers; there you are, sick as a dog, handling other peoples' medication - no vector for spreading infection there, right?
Of course, these are the same people who when my brother called me to tell me our mother was dying and I needed to get there (5 hours away), asked me if I could wait a couple of hours until they could get coverage before I left. Fortunately I was able to see her before she passed, because if I had missed her, I would be in jail right now.
I hope your management aren't as big of douche bags as are mine.
My heart bleeds - not.
One knows when one is properly ill.
ATB from George
When there is the implicit threat of termination, knowing when one is "properly sick" is of little comfort - plus, they can't even open the pharmacy without the pharmacist (by law.) We are a solo act - and they always let you know there are others waiting for your position.
Also, I'm sure my mother thanks you from the other side. I was only at the company 6 weeks and a little nervous about displeasing the chain of management - trust me, now I would tell them "Bye!" and close the pharmacy and leave, and make it their problem.
Aa I say, Tony, a person knows when they are ill.
You did nothing to gain sympathy with the thread title of manflu. This condition is not generally accepted as being the real thing.
If someone rang in saying they had manflu that might be number 53 on the list of dodge excuses!
ATB from George
Whereas influenza has killed millions over the years.
In my experience most people now 'have a bit of flu' rather than a cold etc. Nonsense. No such thing.
Can I remind people in the UK that flu jabs for this season are now in your local GP practice for those eligible (simply put people over 65 or any age with asthma/chronic chest problems/heart trouble/kidney problems and various other conditions-see the NHS Choices website).
True influenza is not funny. If you are not sure that you've had it, you haven't. If you have then you'll know what I mean.
Bruce
Fair suck of the sav George, the OP was having a joke at his own expense. It was not meant to imply that he was a sook because he had a sniffle. I think he's genuinely crook
I started that seriously, then went for gold when I realised I was speaking code.
You may need to use babble fish, or watch old episodes of Neighbours.
Today most young Aussies seem to have the worldwide American dialect. No wonder the middle east has the huff with the US of A for cultural imperialism.
Just under - run over by a car. Again.
At home, unwell, bored??? Haven't you guys got Hi-Fis to listen to??
Time to plough through that Melanie 26 CD set somebody sent you for Christmas...
don
nearly sunny downtown York
Just under - run over by a car. Again.
Poor old George, now if that had been the same car in both incidents...(!)
I did not see that one myself. Very funny!
ATB from George
You have my sympathy Tony. I was stricken with 'Gentleman's Influenza' a few months back. It rendered me bed-bound and I felt about as bad as I can remember.
One Saturday morning, I called the 'out of hours' NHS service in an effort to get some pain relief if nothing else, from a visiting doctor (as I live alone).
"No one available - please die quietly" was the response I got. So I had to drive to a local hospital. I would have been safer behind the wheel if drunk, but needs must, when the devil vomits in your kettle!
I did at least then get some effective pain relief from a nice Indian doctor. I of course popped a cocktail of heavy pain relief immediately, rendering me even more unsafe to drive home. What larks.
Get well soon.
John.
Hi Mark,
I know how you feel. One incident I remember as a resident in Surgery was going to my dentist to have an x-ray on a wisdom tooth only for him to say he would extract it then and there under local. I arrived back at the hospital bleeding and swollen and spent all day in the operating theatre and the night in the hospital on-call. No sympathy from my boss or anyone else bar a lovely theatre nurse called Sarah who helped me feel better later that evening.
Nowadays things are a little better. We have a 48hour policy for returning to work after a bout of D&V but generally I soldier on through most viral illness's mainly because I know I'll have twice as much work to go back to when I return. I even went back to work 3 days after having 5 tendons released in both hands.
Sorry about your experience with your mother.
ATB
Steve
Tony - hope you feel better soon. Had my jab on Friday so hopefully the worst for me is a case of a cold.
Had some fantastic music late on Saturday afternoon while sitting on the Wye fishing in Byford ( near Hereford ;-) )
A low rumble turned into a huge cacophony of tortured air as the 4 Olympus engines from the Vulcan came over at 'treetop' height, waggling it's wings in (presumably) recognition of the base (that does not exist :-) ) right below it.
Now I was totally NOT expecting that.
As for the Bloodhound stuff - keep it coming. Spent ages chatting the chief engineer at Goodwood this year.
Would love to be at the rocket testing, supposedly the loudest man made noise this year as no shuttles taking off - 126db?
So much technology going on there - and so much of it new - a fantastic project.
How you manage to listen and enjoy music with blocked eustacian tubes and feeling crap is beyond me I have to admit.
Hi Mark,
I know how you feel. One incident I remember as a resident in Surgery was going to my dentist to have an x-ray on a wisdom tooth only for him to say he would extract it then and there under local. I arrived back at the hospital bleeding and swollen and spent all day in the operating theatre and the night in the hospital on-call. No sympathy from my boss or anyone else bar a lovely theatre nurse called Sarah who helped me feel better later that evening.
Nowadays things are a little better. We have a 48hour policy for returning to work after a bout of D&V but generally I soldier on through most viral illness's mainly because I know I'll have twice as much work to go back to when I return. I even went back to work 3 days after having 5 tendons released in both hands.
Sorry about your experience with your mother.
ATB
Steve
Yes, well I have come to the conclusion that when I consider the QOL, the student debt, the interest on said debt, and the opportunity cost while going to school, that pharmacy was basically a half million dollar mistake. I have only been out of school for not quite a year and a half, and I am looking for something else to do, I hate it that much, and they pretty much all treat their people the same way.
The money is OK, but not at the cost of everything else in life. Look at Steve Jobs - he had all the money he could want, but his health went and it did him no good...and I ain't making that much, especially in light of the $1,500+ a month student loan payment. Plus, it's not even a health care job - that comprises maybe 5-10% of what I do. But I better not get sick, or they'll be all over me like a hobo on a ham sandwich.
"My bird got hold of the Alka Seltzer and exploded..."
Cleaning the mess now.
Glad you'll be back at work Tony. The last Apache that flew over here sounded like a bucket of nails!