So, my allergies have been pretty bad today. I’ve been feeling fairly crappy, and since I got home from work today, crappier by the hour. Then, finally, it hit me. It’s not allergies. I have a cold. Worse, I have a summer cold. I hate summer colds with a mighty passion.
Not really sure where I got it, but I’d say it’s an odds-on bet that I picked it up from a client. I am frankly stunned by the number of people who will get a massage when they know they are carrying some vile pestilence. Usually they will tell me sometime about forty-five minutes into a fifty-five minute massage. Whoever gave me this thing kept their mouth shut, but happily and silently shared their plague germs with me.
Yep, some assgasket thought, “Hmmm. I have a cough and some vile greeninsh-yellow substance leaking from my nose. I think I’ll take some medication to suppress my symptoms, go somewhere, get naked, come into the most intimate contact you can come into with someone without actually having sex with them, and then that someone can unknowingly spread my disease to others. Yeah, that’s a good way to spend an hour.”
Now, I’m very diligent about washing my hands before and after working on every client, but, dammit, sometimes I need to scratch my nose or brush a stray hair from my eye, thus granting entry to any stray virii that may happen to be around.
Listen, you putrid excresence exuding from a festering pustule on Satan’s sweaty ballsack. If you’re sick, freaking stay home. Do not go get a freaking massage, thereby exposing someone to your pestilential passengers who may spread them to several other people before she realizes she’s coming down with something.
Crap. I now feel ethically bound to call off sick tomorrow, and take myself off call Monday, rather than share my newly-acquired respiratory infection with potential clients. Yeah, I can financially afford it, but it will make things pretty tight for the next week or so. I’m going to be out probably two hundred bucks because some anal-fornicating dildo-head decided it would be a really neat idea to go get a massage when they were sick. Not to mention all the clients I’ve worked on in the past couple of days, who I’ve shared air with at close quarters, touched, possibly after touching my nose at some point, who may now be starting to notice that their allergies are really bad today…
Grrrrrrr :mad: