Sick, and Hating Every Minute
I can honestly say that as much as my body would like me to rest, I would rather be at work. Why? Who knows. The average person would revel in the chance to have 2 four-day weekends in a row, but not me. My throat is so swollen it hurts to swallow water and my own saliva, but I want to be at work. My doctor said she's seen people this week that have nothing wrong and just want a doctor's note to stay home, and I'm in her office, crying because I'm in so much pain, and I'm telling her I have work. What the hell is wrong with me? Maybe the sickness is clouding my judgment.