Today I phoned in sick.
I think I was justified. I spent the weekend at home with a blocked/runny nose instead of going skiing as planned, my head felt like it was the very heaviest type of time-bomb (likely to explode any moment), I had null energy and I could challenge dogs to barking matches.
The thing is.. I don’t ever phone in sick. I had about 5 days off school due to general illness in my entire life (I’m not counting the time I was in hospital as a little kid). I didn’t have any time off due to illness during my Glassblowing training except the time I fainted in class and was sent home for the afternoon.
I just don’t do being ill. Also, my mother is (or at least was) of the opinion, that anyone who isn’t technically dead is well enough to do whatever they’re supposed to be doing.
Since starting work 3-and-a-bit years ago I have had mild concussion (5 days), had my wisdom teeth pulled (5+3 days (one of the holes got infected)), skimmed my toes on a pavement (4 days), twisted my ankle (3 days), cut my fingers (2 days), been sent home for not breathing (hayfever/cold) (2 days), had some kind of lung problem (5 days), and probably a couple more things which I can’t remember. All of them (except the not breathing ones) are officially statemented and/or ordered by various doctors.
Today, I decided for myself that it would be more beneficial to stay at home than drag myself to work.
The day turned out to be beautiful, not that I saw much of it – I slept through the morning, and read half a book in the bath for most of the afternoon.
I could get used to this…