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Ow, my nose. Ow, my face. Owwwwww.
Aug. 1st, 2011 02:56 pmALL HAIL THE QUOTEHAPPY. *ahem* Cookies to the ones who recognise where I got this entry title from. Anyway. Moving on.
I have a theory, but it probably isn't bunnies.
(No, not midgets either.)
Look, lately the hospital has become really, really paranoid about hand-washing. Seriously, I had to go on an hour-long course. About how to wash my hands. Seriously. Just ... I get it for the nurses, okay? Nurses and doctors and porters and people who actually get within twenty feet of the patients and are obliged to have contact for more than ten seconds. And I don't even mind the 'this is the way we wash our hands' lecture we have to have once a year, apparently. What I really can't get behind is the fact that we're obliged to have bottles of hand sanitiser everywhere - one on every desk, little bottles of hand sanitiser spray for each of us to carry on our belts/lanyards/whatever, and telephone wipes for every office. Now, I get that it's a hospital and we want to keep the germs from getting the patients and from getting us, but the fact is that there is no way to keep an admin office sterile. No amount of hand cleaner in the world is going to manage it.
...Also, I appear to be allergic to it.
Thankfully, not the 'touch it and it gives me hives' kind of allergic. And maybe it's not even an allergy so much as a sensitivity of sorts. No, it's the smell. Ever since policy dictated that we had to have this stuff around, I've been sneezing like mad, my sinuses have felt like someone's been going over them with a nail file and there has been more than one instance of minor but still worrying bloody nose. I go home, I'm fine. I come here to air full of this astringent-smelling shit and all of a sudden, my sinus problems are ten times worse. I imagine that when one's sinuses are already raw just on general principles, filling them full of astringent fumes is just going to hurt like hell.
Oh, yeah, and did I mention they're repaving bits of road around the area? So I went out for lunch to escape the sinus horror (note to my co-worker; just because I brought sandwiches does not mean that I am going to sit at my desk all lunch hour. I don't see how you do it, and I simply will not spend my entire day sitting at this ergonomic nightmare of an office chair when there's an outdoors to be in) and got hit with the smell of boiling tar. I wish there was something I could do to make the inside of my nose and surrounding sinus tissues feel less like someone's been at them with a cheese grater.
The weekend was too short, the week is looking too long and all I want to do right now is go the hell home. But I've got at least an hour to go before I can even consider it, so ... typing typing typing...
I have a theory, but it probably isn't bunnies.
(No, not midgets either.)
Look, lately the hospital has become really, really paranoid about hand-washing. Seriously, I had to go on an hour-long course. About how to wash my hands. Seriously. Just ... I get it for the nurses, okay? Nurses and doctors and porters and people who actually get within twenty feet of the patients and are obliged to have contact for more than ten seconds. And I don't even mind the 'this is the way we wash our hands' lecture we have to have once a year, apparently. What I really can't get behind is the fact that we're obliged to have bottles of hand sanitiser everywhere - one on every desk, little bottles of hand sanitiser spray for each of us to carry on our belts/lanyards/whatever, and telephone wipes for every office. Now, I get that it's a hospital and we want to keep the germs from getting the patients and from getting us, but the fact is that there is no way to keep an admin office sterile. No amount of hand cleaner in the world is going to manage it.
...Also, I appear to be allergic to it.
Thankfully, not the 'touch it and it gives me hives' kind of allergic. And maybe it's not even an allergy so much as a sensitivity of sorts. No, it's the smell. Ever since policy dictated that we had to have this stuff around, I've been sneezing like mad, my sinuses have felt like someone's been going over them with a nail file and there has been more than one instance of minor but still worrying bloody nose. I go home, I'm fine. I come here to air full of this astringent-smelling shit and all of a sudden, my sinus problems are ten times worse. I imagine that when one's sinuses are already raw just on general principles, filling them full of astringent fumes is just going to hurt like hell.
Oh, yeah, and did I mention they're repaving bits of road around the area? So I went out for lunch to escape the sinus horror (note to my co-worker; just because I brought sandwiches does not mean that I am going to sit at my desk all lunch hour. I don't see how you do it, and I simply will not spend my entire day sitting at this ergonomic nightmare of an office chair when there's an outdoors to be in) and got hit with the smell of boiling tar. I wish there was something I could do to make the inside of my nose and surrounding sinus tissues feel less like someone's been at them with a cheese grater.
The weekend was too short, the week is looking too long and all I want to do right now is go the hell home. But I've got at least an hour to go before I can even consider it, so ... typing typing typing...