It was bound to happen. When you live with the SAME people, work with them, party with them, eat with them, you are bound to be sick with them. The sucky part of community living.
So, here amongst the Iroquois staff, there has been a 2 day-killer-stomach-re-arranging flu bug floating around. I had the unfortunate encounter with it Sunday night. I felt fine during the day...a little tired, but I thought it was from working out too hard.
But by 8pm, something was definitely not right. The other night manager suggested I rest for a bit in a vacant room until it was time to do the midnight audit. Alas, the only time I have been privileged to rest in one of our "basic" 300.00 dollar a night rooms, I spent it in the bathroom!
And my boss has deemed my sick day as my golden day off day. Bummer. I did not want to spend my one day a week off resting with the flu! But these things happen. How? I don't know.
Over half of the staff have had the "it." And this place is spotless! I can't figure it out...I'd been hand-sanitizing like crazy, all for nothing? Oh well.
It gave me perspective: health is golden, not my golden day off. Staring at the white walls for a whole day with the flu gives one great insight to what is worth stressing about. At first I was concerned with not finishing my work, missing work, making less money, causing someone to cover my shift, etc. Then thoughts of the beautiful day outside that I was missing out on made me upset. But hearing the horses clip-clop in and out of my drifting sleep made it all seem trivial.
It will all be fine when I am well.
And so I am better. And all is fine.
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