I hate being sick on the road...I really do. I just want to be home, stay in my pajamas and snuggle under my covers and have Larry fix me chicken noodle soup. I had to throw that in, but I know he would do that for me.
On the road I still have to do my job and, even though Larry does understand (since he's the one that was sick first) he really can't do anything for me. He will drive an extra hour or he will go into the truck stop and get me food so I don't have to, but there are things, like bathroom duty, that requires me to bundle up and get inside. I try hard not to cough or sneeze or act sick around others while I'm in there. In this paranoid age of swine flu, etc., one sniffle and you get the dirty look, and the women grab the bottles of antiseptic cleaners out of their purses. Men don't seem to be bothered as much, since they hack and cough all over without so much as turning their heads away from you.
Anyway, the truck must move and the products must get there. I'm sure if I was really sick, we would just tell dispatch that we need a few hours break, but as long as I can sit in an upright position without toppling over in fever and pain, then onward I must go.
Still, I have driven with a high fever and coughing my head off, and it isn't fun. Let's just hope this will go away quickly.
