You're kidding me, right? Again.

So, I booked off most of this week for holidays...and spent the entire time blowing my nose and coughing. Three days, I've been sick. And not even just a little sick. A lot sick. Holidays have been non existant. I'd rather be working than running back and forth to the bathroom every five minutes.
My stomach is in a lot of pain. My nose is running. My throat hurts. I'm sweating. I'm aching. My eyes are all runny. My vision is all blurry. My head is pounding. I feel like passing out. And I work in two hours.
Now, the obvious solution to all of this is "call in sick", but this is a next to impossible task for me. See, my job hates me. Hates me. Loathes me. Whatever you want to call it, but when I call in sick, you better believe they sit and gossip about it for long periods of time. Am I a liar? Not when it comes to my job. I need the money and the position. I'm not the kind of person who calls in because they're going to the beach. Never. I call in sick when I can't make it. Admittedly, this is often.
It's not something I can help. If I could help it, you'd think I'd turn it off because there's a possibility I'll fail grade 12 if I miss any more classes. After many doctors visists, they found the hormone imbalance that is making me ill...but they can't fix it. So I'm stuck in this constant-flu like life for the rest of my living days. They've all been given doctors notes.
But they still make me cry because they won't accept it as real.

So, I'm sorry Work. I'm not coming in today. It's better this way, really. Customers just don't appreciate a cashier who has her head over the garbage and kleenex up her nose, and is high off cough syrup and gravol. She's missed all her holidays for this, and now she'll have to miss you, and she's sorry. She promises she'll come in any time you need her on her days off.

Just don't make me come in today.

Granted, she went out last night and regreted it. Regreted a lot. Because she couldn't even watch the movie through her eyes that stopped working and she kept sneezing and coughing and feeling the need to heave. (get it? it's like need for speed...except need to..heave. I am awesome)
Never ever ever go out when you're sick. EVER.