So it was December, I had been working non stop for the last 2 months. I would put in no less than 13 hours a day 6 days a week. I was exhausted. I ended up getting the flu right at the time I was to move one of my stores to a new location. The process was to take 2 days and consisted of moving EVERYTHING from out current location in the mall to the new one. The first night is when the flu started to hit me. I knew I needed to be in bed but there was no way I would be able to call out for at least a week. So I worked, and come 2 am thought I wouldn't be able to make it to my car let alone drive home, and be back at the store by 8 am. I was right, I didn't even wake up until 10, oh well, if they want to get mad at me for being sick and working countless hours of overtime on top of it, so be it.
I arrived at the store around noon, everything that happened that night will have to be the subject of another blog because it is absolutely the most fucked up work experiences I have ever had. At 4 am I literally collapsed in the back of the store. I had a fever of 103 and could barely move. The store manager, who was the most professional and talented person at that company told me to go home. She had been telling me to go home sense the first night but this was the first time I was going to listen to her.
I went up to her boss who was a District Director for the company, told he I wasn't able to work anymore and I need to go home. She looked up at me and said "Really? Didn't you get here at noon?" I was dumbfounded. "Yes, I got here at noon which was 16 hours ago, I'm sick and can barely move I'm leaving." She made some bitchy comment as I turned to leave. Fuck her I thought, I don't report to her she can kiss my ass. Any good manager in that situation would have thanked me for coming in and staying as long as I did, even if I wasn't ill. Not her, she was the most back stabbing, unprofessional and clueless person I have ever worked with. I fucking hated her.
The boy always got mad at me for letting her treat me the way she did, but thats the nature of retail. He already had no sympathy for my current illness because he felt I wasn't doing anything to get better by putting in the hours I was at work. Not that I expected him to take care of me, but he never offered to come over, he never asked if he could do anything for me, nothing. The truth is, I would never have asked him to do anything, but the offer would have meant the world to me. If he would have shown up on my doorstep with chicken soup and ginger ale I would have burst into tears. Instead he felt the need to remind me it was all my fault, he had no sympathy for me and if I needed anything that I should drive over to his place. With that I proceeded to sleep for 2 days straight.
When I did finally wake up I felt a lot better, except for a pounding headache. I figured the headache was caused by sleeping for so long. Any time I oversleep I always get a headache. Although they normally don't last 3 weeks. I was popping so many pills its amazing i didn't OD. I would have to take around 6 Excedrin every 4 hours, and I did this for weeks. So I broke down and made an appointment with my doctor.
So I went in the following day, met with my Doctor and explained the situation. He said he would need to have more tests done but it could be a brian tumor but doubtful, more likely it was a sexually transmitted disease. He also wanted to know when the last HIV test i had was because there was a strong possibility that was the problem. So the took my blood and some more and some more, until they had filled 10 vials. They scheduled me to have an MRI and to see a cancer specialist. I was supposed to return once i had the results from MRI and had met with the other Doctor.
Before I could even get the MRI my doctor had left a message that I needed to come in. I knew why already. I told the boy I needed to go back for test results, he told me to call as soon as I left. So I went in, met with the doctor and heard what I had been hearing in my head the last 4 days come to life. "You're test came back positive for HIV" He then offered me a box of tissues and told me I could take a minute but not to worry it wasn't a death sentence. After that all I really heard was blah blah blah, my mind refused to put the words together for me anymore.
So I left, I called the boy, he told me t to pick him up he would leave work. So I did, we went to lunch, had an awkward time, not knowing how to deal with it and he went back to work. I went home, he broke up with me the next day.
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