The last week has been pretty crappy on the whole.
Friday I had to call in sick at my day job.
Saturday I woke up to a migraine but I pulled it together sufficiently to go to one of my last GM shifts that night which I’m actually glad for. We won 4-1 over the Wings and I got to see every goal, not bad for my last ever hockey shift.
Then Sunday I woke up to another migraine but this one was worse, I had to call in sick to GM that day.
Monday I felt a bit better and managed to drag myself to work. As the day progressed I felt worse and worse until near the end of the day it became unbearable so I resolved to see a doctor that night. It seems I have a rather severe nasal infection.
The first piece of bad news was that it would take 2-3 days before the medicine would have any effect. It was Monday night and I had a special project on Wednesday, would I be well enough? The second bit of bad news were the pills; they are huge and cost $70, twice the highest amount I’ve ever paid. And because I’m in the time between quitting GM and qualifying for Mindi’s plan I’m pretty much screwed on that score.
Tuesday I had off and had planned to rest but that plan gang agly. My partner and son started developing symptoms themselves, although my son to a much lesser degree. I figured they’d go to see the doctor and I’d catch a much needed nap. Unfortunately my partner wasn’t feeling well enough to go on her own. Fair enough, I don’t like going to the doctor alone either.
I had planned to wait until she had rested sufficiently but she only seemed to get worse. While making food an unpacked TV stand fell on her foot. She was going to get a modification done to it before I could set it up and there wasn’t really room to store it. I felt bad because if I had really tried to clean rather than letting excuses keep me lazy I could have stored it properly.
I was mad, mostly at myself for hiding behind excuses. So, I started to clean while Mindi hopefully recovered. I didn’t get very far before she called me to take care of the kid as he was being too much for her. Alright I figured, I’d put him in his chair in the kitchen with some finger food and keep an eye on him while I clean.
That lasted about 4 minutes.
He was so miserable from being sick he wanted to be held. So I picked him up and took him back to the bedroom. He started struggling and got away from me for a second and lightly bumped his head on a toy. I calmed him down but that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Things were getting worse because we weren’t solving problems we knew full well about and would get worse with inattention.
I asked Mindi if she could walk, she said yes so I ordered her to get ready to go to the doctor. I wasn’t going to take it anymore and not just because it was all falling on my very sick shoulders but because it was all so stupid. We’re better than this, we’re smarter than this.
As we all began getting ready an odd thought occurred to me: What would Obama do?
How can I hold my heroes and role models to a higher standard than I hold myself?
Would Obama ignore a problem he observed, identified, and it was within his power to solve? I don’t think so, so why the hell should I?
It became a mantra in my mind. What would Obama do?
Dragging my family to the doctor and cleaning the house afterwords it played in my head whenever I saw a problem or potential problem. The answer was always the same: Solve it, now. When I encountered a roadblock like a populated spider web, item I didn’t know how to clean or where to store, or thing that wasn’t mine I compared that to the rigorous challenges Obama would face passing legislation and they all seemed trivial.
And to be honest there was a voice in the back of my head saying “if you get it wrong it’s not your fault. Others had ample opportunity to deal with it and chose not to and thus lost the right of control over it“.
That seemed a little vengeful to me but another voice rose up in defense of my actions, I believe it was John Locke, who said “property is earned through labour” or something to that effect. The classical political philosopher was talking about unclaimed or ignored land, stating that planting crops on otherwise unused land made that land yours as prior to your labour it wasn’t productive. A simplistic argument in the modern world but serviceable in it’s day.
It was enough for me. I figured “why did you throw out my dirty shoelaces from under the washing machine?” wouldn’t stand up to “Barack Obama and John Locke told me too“. Political philosophy had my back.
I may have been running a severe fever at this point.
Either way problems ignored for months were being solved. Perhaps the ends would justify the means - although I hope to never find myself in that unenviable position again.
The next day, Wednesday, the day of my special project, I was the sickest yet. I debated long and hard about soldiering through it but when I went to pick up the kid I couldn’t hold him for more than a minute without putting him down due to dizziness. A clear sign that I had no choice but a day of rest. Well, as restful as one can be when you’re that sick.
It wasn’t until Thursday morning that I began to feel any better. By this point the bottom of my nose was so raw it was peeling.