So last night I get home from my first day back on the job since this bitchass cold struck, and as I chat with my mother on the phone and then with Joph at the house, I realize something: my voice is slowly dwindling. I consider calling in sick to work, but in the vein of hospitals everywhere, we don't actually have sick leave anymore, and it gets taken off our vacation time unless we're sick for three consecutive days (with a Dr.'s note). Then day #4 would be sick leave. This said, I wasn't going to punk out on going to work. I have plenty of clerical-type admin work to do, so I figured I would knock that out.
I get to work, and I find that the Interpreter that covers all of my "Baby" units (Labor and Delivery, Mother/Baby, NICU,PICU, Antepartum Testing, Triage, etc) is out sick. What has she got? Same thing I did. Then my 8:30 backup, the one I had been counting on (she is was reliable as allfuck), calls and tells me she thinks her voice is going, so she's not coming in either.
It's my busiest day of the week, I have no voice, no backup, my throat feels like someone is going at it with an electric sander, and apparently I have hit my entire unit with the equivalent of Interpreter Plague. If I could punch my throat hard enough to make it work, I would. Goddamnitalltohell, I hate being sick.