Sicko

Me. Not the movie.

I've been laid low with some sort of lung/throat/fever thing that had been slammed around from person to person where I work like a hockey puck in a Red Wings game.

Hacking, coughing, unable to sleep. It still took me awhile to get to the doctors office. Out of habit, I waited for it to clear up, for I had been going without medical insurance for 6 years. I've been self trained to just ignore and go on as best as I could, slightly oblivious to possibly contaminating everyone else.

Being housebound for three days, you start to think. Alot. I started to remember my stint at Williams-Sonoma where almost all the staff would all show up sick because we didn't have health insurance nor sick days. You were only paid for the days you worked. And, if you had rent to pay, you had to pull in a certain amount of money, or else.

So...on your way to see the movie Sicko, and you stop by a coffee shop or a restaurant or even Williams-Sonoma, ask yourself if any of the people helping you could be sharing some contagious sickness with you because they can't take time off from work and have no financial access to a doctor.  The odds are good, that one of them is.