Here’s the thing about sick days.
First, you let your boss know you’re not feeling well and not coming in to work. Well, hopefully, you’re taking that initiative. Then, almost immediately, you feel the stress of the day melt away. You have garnered permission to stay at home; adorned in your tattered pj’s~ a must because it just feels more appropriate to have on an ensemble that matches your mood and rivals your outward appearance.
Today was a highly successful sick day.
3 hour nap? Check. Uncombed hair and glass of orange juice on the end table? Check. Eat food that you don’t want and can’t even taste? Done. Moan and groan? Yep, a little. Now what? Well, if you’re like me, you look around and think of all of the things that you could do. I could do that pile of hand-washable’s or clear off my kitchen counters from unnecessary appliances. Wait. I’m too tired to do that.
I could read the novel that I’ve wanted to begin but my eye sockets hurt…and I may be going blind. Oh, hold on. No contacts in. Never mind, blindness doesn’t appear to be one of the symptoms I’m suffering from, after all.
So I did nothing today. I climbed out of bed a couple of times, reluctantly and slowly. I sneezed more today than yesterday so I guess I did get better at one thing.
And the one thing that kept going through my head today? How amazingly blessed I am that my doctor, just a few months ago, proclaimed my blood work the best he’d seen in quite a while from anyone~ let alone a middle aged ME. I’m healthy. Nothing chronic going on, nothing to “keep an eye on”, nothing obviously causing an issue.
So this little bug? I’ll squash it in a day or two…and I’ll try very hard to remember to be thankful for good health and do the things I should be doing to make sure it stays that way.