A glimpse of neurosis
So one of the guys at my office has been spreading contagion hither and thither. On Tuesday, they were passing around disinfectant wipes, because of that. Well, low and behold, on Wednesday, I have a bit of a sore throat after getting up. I think nothing of it; sometimes when I'm a bit stuffed up (as I often am during winter) I end up breathing through my mouth when I sleep, so my mouth dries out and this leads to a sore throat. Well, it doesn't go away. By the end of the day, I have to drink between every call just to be able to keep speaking. This morning, I woke up, and I could hardly speak. Since my job requires that I speak, this is obviously a problem. I agonized over what to do; I felt fine, other than my throat, but since I have to speak for my job, I decided to call in sick. But since then, I've been second-guessing my decision, and a part of my brain has been worrying about it constantly. I know that it's not a problem; I believe I did the right thing. But just the same, I worry about it. It's a really weird feeling.