Write an angry letter and sleep on it.
I called in.
Went to my regular doc about the numb finger and calf muscle. Covid isn’t fully understood, taste and smell could be dead nerves like my leg. Test sent out. Finger? Could be neurological (again Covid affects the nerves.) Monday morning, after a 12 hour fast, I go to give blood for testing. Worse case, diabetes. It would explain the numb in my leg.
Also, about my leg and figure, could be early MS. That’s fucking scary.
At least it’ll be checked out.
Got a note.
For Thursday and Friday.
If I’m tired I don’t give a fuck.
I’m going in early Monday to talk to HR.
I’m literally scared to go back to work.
What will he bitch about now?
What did I fuck up now?
I’m a machinist, not an assembler.
I’m not paid to breathe cancerous chemicals I’ll just get used to.
I’ll have a respirator, thank you.