I finally made it back to the yard today after spending all of yesterday in fog so thick that I couldn't see 50 feet in front of me. I was very happy to finally be back at the yard as I am feeling like shit.
Last Monday when I unloaded in OKC one of my fellow drivers also delivered to the same airport. One look told me she was very, very sick. After we got unloaded we both went to the closest truckstop for some breakfast. She sat across the table from me. I made a point of not touching anything she touched as I didn't want to catch the same illness but I guess it's airborne because exactly one week later, yesterday, I started feeling really bad.
A bad cough, feverish, aching muscles, headache, the whole nine yards. When I woke this morning it had taken hold of me bad and I spent the first 10 minutes sitting up in bed and coughing up a lung. Lovely.
I called dispatch and told them that once I reached the yard I wasn't going anywhere but the hotel to rest. There's a snowstorm moving in tonight and they were busting ass to get everyone out tonight before it hit but I said I didn't care. I am too sick to drive safely and don't feel like doing so anyway. Snowstorm be damned, I'm not going anywhere.
I went over to Applebee's long enough to deliver the turquoise hat I had made for one of the servers and then returned to my room to rest and continue trying to cough up the other lung. If I didn't know better I would swear I have pneumonia.
Ah well, it is what it is. I'll probably live. Damn germs.