Stuff and Moonshine

Second day home with a sore throat; I wish it would move on the the sneezing/coughing stage, which at least hurts less. Also, since it's contract work, any sick day I take is unpaid. I hate feeling sick *and* stressed and guilty.

We're both down with colds and stayed in all day. I knit another hat from the boucle yarn i hardly ever use because it's hard to work with. Finally saw some footage this evening of Occupy Toronto (green_trilobite usually keeps the tv tuned to CNN during the day). Looks peaceful so far.

ETA: I also had a conversation via chat with an old friend who moved out to Alberta OMG almost 20 years ago now, and who's been transitioning to female for the last few years (the good news - the doctors who decide if you're "serious" enough to do this apparently have less-stereotypical ideas of gender than they used to; the bad news - provincial health care stopped paying for gender transitions about six months before she started.)

Further ETA: green_trilobite and I worked on his trilobite presentation for November.

I don't know if I've burned through all my sick days yet; but on the advice of my supervisor when I called in this morning to say the sore throat hadn't left me alone yet, I went back to the walk-in clinic, where a different doctor saw me and agreed that even though I'd tested negative for strep on Thursday, I definitely still have an inflamed throat, and wrote me a prescription. We shall see.

I'd brought green_trilobite along, and hadn't made us breakfast, so afterwards we went to the first place he spotted; unfortunately this turned out to be the sort of bar & grill that is first and foremost a bar, and only has the grill so they can justify being open before noon. They seemed a bit shaken when we asked for menus instead of beer.

Stayed home on Monday, thought I was better on Tuesday and went in to work, home again today. I feel like someone was threaded a single long horsehair down my throat and it's tickling my gag and cough reflexes.

Bleagh. Spring head-cold. Not enough to keep me home, but enough to keep me from overtime.

green_trilobite spends the daytime chatting with the condo staff. Today he met the substitute super:
"You're not a hoarder?" he was asked. "No, you don't look like a hoarder."

He is, but I'm glad he was not found out.

Went in to work Tuesday and yesterday; each time I relapsed the following day and had to stay home again. None of the walk-in clinics on google maps are very conveniently located; and I'm still not sure I'd get much advice other than "go home, rest, take some cough syrup." As far as I can tell, a cough doesn't count as "persistent" until it's carried on for a month or so - it's just I've never had a dry cough last a week. It feels like there's a bit of horsehair or something lodged in the back of my throat; the gunk in my lungs won't loosen, and it gets worse if I lie down, which makes it hard to get any rest. Tried shining a flashlight down my throat just now, but can't see anything except that (surprise, surprise) it looks all inflamed and veiny. Gak. Woe is me.