It got me at last
The nastiest bug the world has seen
That’s floored every nation
It’s wiped me out clean
It started with lungs
That were screaming with pain
And ended with sick days
That drove me insane.
And then there’s my boss
Who demanded I phone her
She was slightly pissed off
At me out with the ‘rona.
It finally got me. I have the COVID. I have worked in schools since the very beginning of the pandemic and I haven’t had much more than the odd sniffle. I was even telling people that I thought I must have some mutant gene that meant that I was immune.
But it turns out that I am not.
I’m coming out of it pretty well, so far. My chest is OK but I have struggled with a fever that is making my body temperature do some pretty interesting things.
I just feel really bad about phoning in sick as this is my first month in a new job. I don’t know about other people, but I have a really bad fear of phoning in sick because I seem to have gotten into my head that it means I could get the sack.
I was brave and phoned in to the Business Manager and she was absolutely lovely about it (I only wrote that she was pissed off in my poem because it was the only way I could get ‘rona to rhyme with something).
If anyone else is feeling under the weather, I send you all my love and hugs and socially distanced kisses.