Live from the St. James Infirmary

[constance]

*SCREAMS*
*RUNS AROUND IN LITTLE CIRCLES*

About an hour ago, we got a message from our HR department telling us that someone in our company has tested positive for TB and is awaiting test results to discover whether whether the infection is active or not. So we have every last one of us spent the last hour by (1) speculating on who it could possibly be, (2) becoming as expert as possible in the space of one hour, and (3) PANICKING OMFG ARE WE GOING TO BE QUARANTINED I AM CRAMMED INTO A BARELY-AIR-CONDITIONED DISEASE INCUBATOR FOR EIGHT HOURS EVERY SATURDAY I HAVE A SON WITH ASTHMA MY KIDS JUST WENT BACK TO SCHOOL OMG OMG OMG.

From a practical standpoint, considering who everyone thinks it probably is, there's not much chance that my department will be infected. But still there is this small part of everyone in the building which is saying to them, right at this minute, NO REALLY I AM GOING TO DIE JUST LIKE CAMILLE COUGHING BLOOD DELICATELY INTO MY HANKIE HOLY SHIT I AM TOO YOUNG TO DIE.

So. How's your day going?

Comments

[font.livejournal.com]

You know, whenever things got to be Too Much, I also always used to wish I had TB. I didn't want to be glamorous, really. I just wanted permission to rest quietly and read until I felt Up To It again.

In fact, when I read this, I had a small, insane stab of jealously for the guy who did test positively.

O_o

[tofty.livejournal.com]

You and coco! You are kind of nuts, the both of you. I leave you to bond over your insane desire to be infected by an ineradicable disease. And I feel better about my own childhood desire to have a broken leg.