I’m tired of feeling like everything I put on this blog needs to feel like a complete work, so onto the opposite of bigger and better things. Smaller and shittier, maybe? That works for me.
- Shingles sucks. I know this is quite a revelation, but there it is. Smaller and shittier, like I said.
- Being barred from work due to an infectious skin condition is really not as fun as it sounds. I can’t even enjoy the time off because, aside from the excruciating pain and inability to sleep, I feel horribly guilty for leaving my coworkers short-handed. I actually apologized to my supervisor when I told her the doctor confirmed it was shingles, as if I had plotted to develop full body herpes to avoid work.
- Although, to be fair, I did kind of joke about planning a vacation to Spain if the doctor diagnosed me with shingles and prescribed a week of social isolation.
- In retrospect, that….wasn’t funny. Mostly because I cannot, in fact, afford to go to Spain, with or without shingles.
- In the meantime, I have watched countless hours of soccer, from La Liga to Serie A to Champions League, and listened to countless hours of language lessons and foreign language podcasts in Spanish and Italian. In the process, I learned that in Spain, prime time is 10pm-12am, most establishments close midday for adult naptime, and, on average, kids go to bed around midnight.
- This further underscores the need for me to move to Spain posthaste. Plus, I hear they have great health care and worker protections that probably wouldn’t leave me anxious and depressed at the impending loss of all my acquired PTO and sick pay. Now please excuse me while I load up on my overly expensive, very limited supply of pain medication and pray to the good lord above that whenever I do have the money to travel overseas I have reattained a sufficient amount of PTO to cover my Spanish excursion. Or else it will be like this blog post – smaller and shittier than expected.
