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I hate being sick. Hate, hate, hate. I slept until 11:45 this morning, and would have probably slept longer if The Husband hadn't made me get up and eat something.
I feel weak and shaky. And, of course, I DO NOT have time for this. I hate taking sick days off from work, because deep down (well, maybe not SO deep down) I'm convinced that Someone In Charge will cluck disapprovingly, shake their head and say "I always knew she wasn't to be trusted", and that all this will count against me later. The Husband thinks I'm bonkers on this subject, and points out that it's better for me to take the day off and rest than to go into the office and be incoherent and unable to get anything done.
I MUST get well right away, as Kij & Chris will be in town on Wednesday, and there is NO way I'm missing time with them.
I feel weak and shaky. And, of course, I DO NOT have time for this. I hate taking sick days off from work, because deep down (well, maybe not SO deep down) I'm convinced that Someone In Charge will cluck disapprovingly, shake their head and say "I always knew she wasn't to be trusted", and that all this will count against me later. The Husband thinks I'm bonkers on this subject, and points out that it's better for me to take the day off and rest than to go into the office and be incoherent and unable to get anything done.
I MUST get well right away, as Kij & Chris will be in town on Wednesday, and there is NO way I'm missing time with them.