So my coworkers know about my phobia. And they know how much I hate v*.
Today I came into work and one of my coworkers was gone because her son is sick. Two hours into my shift my coworker texts and says "You'll never guess what I've been dealing with these last two days?"
...SERIOUSLY?! She knows how I feel about this and yet she felt like she had to text me to tell me that her two sons have a sv*?!?!?!?! Why are people so inconsiderate? It's not a joke. Now my stomach hurts and I'm kind of freaking out. She hasn't been to work in 4 days so I know I'm ok as far as exposure...but still. When she comes back into work I'm going to be flipping out for the next two weeks.
I'm pretty good about not touching my face...except the occasional scratching my nose when it's itchy (which shouldn't get me sick right???)...and I wash my hands fairly frequently while at work and when I leave work and when I get home...
But I'm scared. And I hate being scared all of the time. I haven't been out to eat in months...and I love going out to eat.
Why the heck was I born this way?? I have so many damn problems and this one is the hardest one to deal with....it's even harder to deal with than being abused when I was little. How messed up is that?????
Can it be summer yet?