I have been BUSY at work. In all caps and bolded. I can’t get into specifics because I don’t do Work Talk here for obvious reasons but just know, BUSY.
I can NOT miss work right now. Simply, CAN NOT. Not an option.
So Monday I woke up and was like I AM GOING TO ROCK THIS DAY! On the way to work I plan out my work out, dinner plans, I AM GOING TO OWN IT. Work is BUSY and I feel like an hour after I get there it’s time to go home and WHERE DID THIS DAY GO? Then on the way home I noticed that I was like, REALLY tired. By the time I got home I just felt mentally and physically just DONE with the day. I got home at 3:30 sat down on the couch to relax for a few minutes… and woke up when Ben got home at 7:30. WHAT THE? I ended up going to bed right after Cassidy did at 9:00 and slept like a rock.
Then Tuesday was pretty much a repeat of Tuesday. Cassidy ended up hanging out at a friend’s house after school and ate dinner there, I went home right after work and slept. I figured maybe I was in for a really bad period and my system was just trying to warn me to rest up for the WILD RIDE AHEAD.
Wednesday when I woke up I felt like, just every single cell in my body wanted me to get back into bed. I was exhausted. I guzzled a bunch of orange juice on the way out the door hoping the sugar rush would keep me alert enough for the commute to work. Once again though, I got to work and BUSY! NO TIME TO THINK ABOUT BEING TIRED JUST WORK AND BE BUSY AND… then one of my coworkers was like, “Dude, why are you so red? You look like crap.” I brushed it off till I ran to the bathroom and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror while washing my hands. I was red! THE HECK!?
Then it dawned on my just how horrible I really felt. I thought my throat was sore because I’d been talking so much at work but I realized that it was probably just because my throat was SORE. BECAUSE I AM SICK! I was too busy to realize how sick I was!
Turns out I have a fever pushing 102 degrees. Awesome. I CAN NOT miss work right now. CAN NOT.
I’ve been popping Tylenol like mad to keep the fever down. No need to go to the doctor because other than a slightly sore throat and just a bit of congestion, I have no other symptoms and the fever goes down to about 99.5ish with the medicine.
I’m just… I’m not a good sick person. And I am REALLY not good with fevers. They suck the energy out of me like crazy. But I went to work, and I’ll go in tomorrow. And Saturday I have to take Cassidy to an all day band competition in San Jose and then possibly on Sunday I’ll have time for this “rest” stuff that everybody is telling me to get.
Anyway, this post had no other point than to be whiny and let you all know that sometimes being a responsible adult sucks balls.