Well, I’m sick. And not just in the head this time. But the nose and throat and my eyeballs feel like heavy marbles sitting in their sockets. Does that sound weird? Because that’s what it feels like when you’ve contracted the plague and are DYING. It’s really not the plague. It’s a healthy combination of self-neglect and self-induced stress with a side of erratic weather. I over-worked myself while neglecting to feed myself, and it’s Florida, so I never know what’s going on outside, and I ended up making myself ill. Or “maybe I caught it” for all you non-believers. Either way, my eyeballs seriously feel like marbles and as weird as it sounds, it’s accurate.
I actually called out of work last Thursday. I only brag because I don’t ever call out (even when I am sick) because I’m that weirdo that worries about work when I’m not there. All the emails I’m getting. All the requests and little red flags waiting for me when I sign in again. It drives me nuts, especially when I have vacationed planned. But I’ve worked myself up to those days. I’ve prepped, and put on my out of office so everyone understands the emergency of me not responding to their email ASAP.
But if I call out? (And no, I don’t have one of those jobs where I’m important enough to log into my work email from home. Separate worlds, my friends.) How will people know? Will it all be okay? Will the world keep from imploding???
Turns out, it will. Friday (only slightly better) I returned to work and found it did not actually crumble. And, had I been playing hooky or doing something that required any amount of intense brain power, I would’ve spent the day wondering about all work coming in, and the guilt over not doing it. But, as it was, Thursday provided very little brain power and I spent it watching Drive and Tangled. And sleeping. A lot of sleeping. This plague has stretched to today with my marble eyeballs and hoarse throat, but hopefully it’s on its way out. Then again, it’s the holidays and we pass that shit around like hot potato, so… who knows?
How do you feel when you miss a day of work? Have you caught any bugs going around, or gave yourself one?
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I was the same way about never missing work. My co-workers thought I was making them look bad.
I think the same thing. That my coworkers are getting angry at me and screaming “take the fucking day off already.” *shrugs*
It’s been a while since I’ve taken a sick day for myself. It’s not that I worry about work, because in my job, my coworkers can handle any fires that erupt, and those don’t happen very often (though yesterday was a particularly bad day where someone deleted something they shouldn’t have because they weren’t paying attention, causing three hours of swearing and restoring for me and my supervisor). But no, I’ve managed to avoid getting sick in the past year. It’s either due to my immune system doubling down because it knows I have kids, or because all that mystic voodoo of fermented foods preventing colds and the flu is actually worth something. Hopefully I didn’t just jinx myself (only 18 days to the end of the year).