Who worked Station 3 tonight with a fever of 101°F?

I did!

Who’s been battling this flu-like illness since Wednesday night?

Me!

Who has to work tomorrow, whether or not the fever goes away?

Why, I do!

Granted, Elliot let me go home an hour before we usually shut down, but I think I was a trouper. Despite all the death glares I gave people. Sorry, guys, it’s either I clamp down my mouth and frown to tamp down the waves of nausea, or I smile and vomit on you.

It’s times like these I wish I didn’t work in this kind of industry, and that I didn’t feel like some skilled laborer. But oh well, tomorrow’s another day…. Mlurf.

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