Now that his parents have gone home, Robb is busy again with his intense self-imposed schedule of physical therapy. Generally, he works in the pool and cycles, but while his parents were here he did much more walking. As it turns out, walking -- particularly in large crowds -- does not suit him right now.
I, on the other hand, am supposed to be taking it easy. Everything I read about recovering from Hepatitis A recommended bed rest, which I immediately dismissed as "being for people in the Nineteenth Century." What I'm realizing is while I can push myself beyond my current levels of energy, I really shouldn't. Over-exerting myself is potentially damaging to my liver, and I need to give myself permission to slow down.
I'm going to be working half days, but yesterday was a pretty full day. The nurses from Alameda County's Board of Health visited the shop and interviewed all the staff. If I had to hear the phrase "fecal-oral contamination" one more time, I thought I was going to crawl under the lunch table and die.
The day ended in a pretty entertaining manner, with all of the scenic artists and Robb going down to a county clinic (which primarily dealt with STDs) and getting blood tests and immune-booster shots. Since I was responsible for this whole rigamarole, I went along to keep everyone company. I tell you, my co-workers won't be forgetting the experience of working with me, anytime soon!
We actually had a very amusing time, cracking jokes for a two solid hours. I figure, that as long as I keep everyone laughing, they can't get too mad at me. But man-oh-man, this is not the sort of thing they prepare your for in Art School!