Lysa's Blog

I hate stairs

So I fell down the stairs at work on Wednesday. Have no idea WHY or how, but apparently I must have just felt like tumbling down the steps, woo hoo. I've been eying up those steps since then...the front edges of them, the carpet is kinda smashed down funny. Wonder if that's why. But I digress...I fell, and turned down the offer to go to the clinic. It was just bruises, after all.

Except that two days later, there was only one small bruise on my leg, which was incongruous in relation to the amount of pain and swelling I was experiencing. So off to the clinic I went.The doctor agreed with me that the lack of bruising was odd. He diagnosed an infection, but said it could also have caused a blood clot. WONDERFUL.

6 hours later...

I've been x-rayed, ultra-sounded, had two shots, and been poked, prodded, and given a drug test. (Which I passed) I then got a fix-it ticket on the way back to Century. My leg was hurting, my emotions were raw, and I asked if I could go home. The big boss said yes, just clear up your emails etc and check in with Christine. Anyone want to guess what my boss said? Oh, let me just tell you...s...he said "Are you sure you don't want to just stay? I'll find you something to put your leg up on?".

Oh, your concern is SO touching, ever so touching.

I hate my job. Anyone want to hire me?