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The fact that i have been operating in a foggy haze on shift for most of the last week is unhealthy for me pyshcially and mentally for me and others around me, yes ive been sucking it up and going to work when i should be at home getting better but thereès nothing really wrong with me when a doctor at the medical clinic doesnt even bother to check me out, just tells me to come back for some blood work later in the week, obviously when youve got kids with flu symptoms its easy to dismiss someone who might be sick, its not like im eating, or sleeping regaulary or not puking blood, nope im perfectly healthy it took him 2 minutes to see me and 90 of those seconds to write me a script for what i think might be causing the black blood in my stomach anyhow, and people wonder why i dont go to doctors.. or call in sick unless im dead... im exhausted and working another 6 days without a break, it would be nice someday soon to have a day off but i doubt it, my employer would rather work me to death, its not like hes paying the death benefits, im a fucking zombie and non functional but every day i go in and punch my card and pray for the headache to stop or for the shift to be over...of course i wouldnt feel so bad if i had some benefits as im entitled to as full time but of course bringing this up will just lead to another one sided bullshit argument, only this time my patience level for being screamed at will end with the side of my fist.

Current Mood: Headache
Life's a long headache in a noisy street

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