My New Favourite Word, Random Thoughts and Other Things I Don’t Understand

1. File this under I Don’t Understand. Regular readers of this blog will know I am a fanatical handwasher, because handwashing is the best way to reduce the spread of infection. And yet, even though I was in charge the last four days, and had no direct patient contract — a sort of preview to the joys to come in April, I suppose — and even though I wash my hands with the frequency of Lady Macbeth (Out, out damn MRSA!), I still got some sort of gastro. Ugh. Disgusting.

Especially when I think of how gastros are spread.

2. File this under Funny. My colleague Darla contracted it too, and she’s just as OCD about handwashing as me. So she’s telling me how she’s all pukey and poopy, and she says this:

Darla: And then I called my husband and told him to pick up pads and Immodium.

Me (blank stare):  ( . . . )

Darla: Well, I’m not using them together!

Will, I think this would make a great couple of panels.

Well, I thought it was funny.

3. Which leads to my new favourite word. So day before yesterday, I thought I was sick, but decided it would pass because I felt moderately better, and decided to soldier on, came in and of course felt immediately, immoderately worse. There is an expression for this, which is my new favourite word: presenteeism. This describes the problem of coming in to work when you got, say, gastroenteritis or something, resulting in the hidden costs decreased productivity, not to mention spreading the ick to your co-workers.

Nurses are are one of the worst offenders, because, as I have pointed out before, hospitals in Ontario and elsewhere and are annoyingly stupid and actively punish nurses who call in sick.

4. Again I don’t understand. When I was younger I listened to classical music endlessly. Bach and Beethoven were my homies. Now I’m listening to punk/alternative. A lot. Is this normal? Shouldn’t it be the other way around? Or is it just weird? Or am I grasping at the lost threads of a misspent youth?

5. Permit me to winge a little. And yeah, my furnace died yesterday, so I’m sitting in front of the laptop sick, wrapped in a blanket, with the fireplace roaring and reassuringly blowing hot air up the chimney. Fortunately it isn’t cataclysmically cold here in Toronto, so the pipes probably won’t freeze before it’s repaired. I also have a little electric heater warming my feet, if my parasitical cats would stop laying in front of it.

What? They have fur!


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  1. #1 by JennJilks on Wednesday 03 February 2010 - 0932

    I can sympathise. As a retired teacher, most of us would rather go in when sick than bother writing a fabulous day book for a young, cute, perky newbie supply teacher to follow that would make a fabulous lesson. The principal would then laud the work the newbie did, making us feel bad. Then the principal would let us know that we didn’t put _____- ( pick one: enough info, differentiation of program for special students, weren’t clear enough, didn’t prepare materials) for this perky young thing who was apparently unable to figure how to entertain and keep control of a gr. 8 class, while we were home puking and feeling like death warmed over.

    I soooo understand! Glad I’m retired!
    Keep up the terrible but hilarious posts!

  2. #2 by unknowntheartist on Wednesday 03 February 2010 - 1748

    Never have I laughed so hard at such an odd combination as set out in No.2. I would have done the “WTF” face and laughed hysterically…

    With no.4 I started with pop, ventured into hip-hop and R&B as a teen and as an adult, find myself between hard rock, classical and jazz. I guess it depends on my mood at the time.. But music is great because no matter what mood you are in, there will always be something to go along with.

    • #3 by torontoemerg on Friday 05 February 2010 - 1014

      I am glad you share my very warped sense of humour.! Thanks.

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