Trapped in Virus Land
Oh Noro Virus – you yellow rat bastard… You don’t just take the 24-48 hours of hovering near-death from your sufferers, but you take the “still contagious” time after the infected begin to improve. So even though I’m now only slightly nauseated and achy and could probably handle getting back to work if I were doped up on Gravol, I’m not going to, because I try to follow this rule: DON’T BE A DOUCHE!
And it’s douchey to infect the population with something that gives you explosive diarrhea. Just accept the fact that you are not the most important person in the universe, the world can survive without you, lose the couple of day’s pay and DON’T BE A DOUCHE!
Because it you decide you are going to be a douche? Others are going to hurl when they put plain white rice in their mouths, others will be lying on the bathroom floor, hands clutching the cool porcelain of the toilet as their only connection to life and other people’s families will be giving them the “Do we need to go to the ER?” eyes and walking in front of them when they go down the stairs in case they pass out.
I’m losing the two days’ pay.