Okay ladies and gents it is story/rant time this time about last week and a little chunk of this week. First lets fast forward to the Sunday before last, I go celebrate my cousins birthday with my family, have some cake eat some Mexican food and have a pretty decent time but I start to see some little signs that I may be getting the flu. The next day I feel like I got hit by a mack truck I rarely ever get sick but when I do it is never just a normal flu it is always Bronchitis a few years ago I got so gravely ill that I was sent to intensive care and they had to shove a tire inflator down my throat so I could breathe. Okay so I exaggerated just a little with that one but I did have to use and inhaler which brought back some lovely memories of having a nasty case of Asthma in my younger years. Of course I had the exact same symptoms as that time except not nearly as bad (thank God) but still not fun.

It didn't take long for me to figure out that I should just go home as even the simplest task had me gasping for breath and I was so weak I could barely even lift a box but I had to pull an Applejack and stay my entire shift.

So for the next two days after that I was off which was a blessing as I was so weak and sick that I stayed in bed all day and only got up to shower, go the bathroom, eat and maybe go onto the forums for a little bit. I slept for 10, 12 hours a night and slept even more most of the day yet I was still completely and thoroughly drained, Eating which is normally one of my favorite activities was extremely painful and unpleasant, my breathing difficulties which were bad enough became a lot worse when I tried to eat so I often stopped eating when I was still hungry because I couldn't take the pain anymore.

Thursday I was supposed to come in at 7AM but knew that there was no way I would possibly be able to handle a shift like that so I called in sick Wednesday night. When Friday rolled around I came back to work for a day and my God did it suck, yes I was getting better but I was still very weak and had another 7AM shift the next morning so I expressed some concerns about that. So I was let off the hook and didn't have to work the next day and I was off Sunday anyway like I usually am so I had the weekend.

So I come back Monday and find a rather nasty surprise, 2 pallets of Minute Maid punches meaning of course that they would go on add Wednesday and take up my entire cooler the whole damn time like they always do. Seriously I can't even put into words how much I hate those fucking things, I really seriously do. So I had to spend half of my shift down stacking at least one of the pallets so I would have room for the next mornings milk load which because we were out of EVERYTHING was going to be at least 2000 pieces (yes you heard that right). Lifting all those boxes which normally wouldn't be a big deal for me left me seriously winded and I was ready to go home, but because there wasn't enough checkers and we had a rush I had to stay until things calmed down.

I was so exhausted I could barely think straight and I had customer after customer rushing through my line while all I wanted to do was run out the door and never look back. Even if I wasn't struggling not to hack up a lung I still wouldn't want to stick around because I hate being up there and I had to be at work at 7AM the next morning and wanted to eat my dinner and get some rest.

So the next day I have to deal with the monster milk load which I mentioned earlier, sure because everything was so empty it was a lot easier to count and fit in the cooler but due to immense size of it just how many holes there were on the shelf and the fact that I was still weak from my flu it took me 3 hours to break down and work it which it usually only take 1 hour and a half hour for 1 day milk loads. I wasn't even half way through my shift and I felt like I went a few rounds with Muhammad Ali. I don't know how I found the time but I was somehow able to finish all the repack, send in a pretty decent wall order for today (yogurt, cheese, juice ect....) and at least be able to change out the bottom two shelves of the big end which got rid of some of those accursed punches.

So now I have the next couple of days off and am for the first time actually starting to feel normal again, I still have a bit of a cough am still congested and still have breathing difficulties but I am at least over the worst of this, So I am going to get my rest and take care of a few things before Friday when I get another 7AM shift of course by then I should be fine.