Remember how I inhaled nail polish remover in the last post?
My only advice is that I do not recommend it. Not ever, but especially not when it's germ season.
It started with an understandably sore throat. Then my nose clogged up, my body temperature spiked enough to make customers worry about my dress sense, but not enough to trigger a fever alarm, and I got a pressure headache. Everything above my shoulders that wasn't hair was feeling awful.
I don't know what possessed me not to call in sick on Friday. Friday did not help at all. I blame my upbringing. Unless a medical professional says you can't go, you go. That's how I was raised. My hands functioned, I wasn't actively dripping (yet), I didn't feel too faint. So I went.
The rest of the weekend was spent in a glorious pity party focused on rest and healing. This morning, I felt great. Seriously. Awesome.
I've now spent a day in dust, evaporated cleaner, nail polish remover and disinfectant, and I feel slightly bad again. So far, I've popped two aspirin. I either have a migraine on top of whatever possessed my cranial orifices, or I wasn't quite better and should have pretended to have the plague for another day.
Can't recover tomorrow either, because Sis is spending the day alone in the studio (no one else has appointments) with back-to-back customers, and needs me to come in. And I still feel better than on Friday, and I'm not sure I can provide her with a doctor's note for under fifty euros or more. And that's a bit steep for what's probably a head cold. And I've already said I'd be there.
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