I got going pretty quickly this morning
Cooked tonight's dinner: chili and corn bread. Emily had accepted my request that she make the corn bread, but she's got a bug and doesn't feel like cooking, I'm sure. I cleaned up the dishes from that, plus finished cleaning up after last night's meal, putting the remnants of soup away in a proper container in the fridge. Transferred two other leftovers into smaller containers, so as to take up less room in there. Started noticing that the bug which has been flirting around in the wings of my consciousness has edged in to where it's pretty close to commanding the stage. Hello, nasal drip. Hello, body aches and fever.
I thought I was supposed to go in to work at 12:30. Wrong, it was 3:00! I still stayed and shopped, getting almost all the little bits and pieces taken care of. One of my coworkers approached me and asked, are you shopping? Are you nuts? You should put your jacket over your shirt (so no one knows I'm an employee)! My response? It's no big deal. After all, I observed, due to the traffic you can't move quickly, so why not answer a few questions in the meantime?
I came home, took off my uniform, went back to bed. At that point I thought, I can still make it. Hah. Couldn't fall asleep. Became increasingly aware of body aches. Gave up, got up, and called in sick. Got a teeny bit of attitude, because I didn't call in sooner. Huh. I so have to get to understand this. I push myself, try to psyche myself up to tough it out, and I get demerits for doing so, because evidently, I should have done so sooner. Okay. I can play this game. I don't want to, but I can. If they need four hours' notice when I call in sick, they'll darn well get it
I puttered around a bit more, took a bath. Took some tylenol. Read some stuff online, hoping to relax enough to get some more rest. Somewhere in there it hit me. I worked Thanksgiving Day. If I feel up to it, I'll go in and give them a full shift tomorrow, although with the way I feel now, that's questionable. At the very least, I'll manage to go in on Christmas Eve, work in pricing, and expect to cash some of that time. I give them a lot. I also: do all the meal planning, most of the procurement, and most of the preparation in our house. I look out for friends, for my daughter, and especially for her boyfriend, whose needs are special at this stage of his life. I visited my friend/neighbor Sally, who's hospitalized after back surgery, and spent a good deal of time yesterday listening to her concerns. She doesn't even expect to see Ray, because as she say, men don't do well in hospitals. Uh, okay. I guess I hadn't realized that it was so entrenched in our society.
Anyhoo, I'm exhausted and I think I'm entitled to some rest. Yup. I do believe.
I thought I was supposed to go in to work at 12:30. Wrong, it was 3:00! I still stayed and shopped, getting almost all the little bits and pieces taken care of. One of my coworkers approached me and asked, are you shopping? Are you nuts? You should put your jacket over your shirt (so no one knows I'm an employee)! My response? It's no big deal. After all, I observed, due to the traffic you can't move quickly, so why not answer a few questions in the meantime?
I came home, took off my uniform, went back to bed. At that point I thought, I can still make it. Hah. Couldn't fall asleep. Became increasingly aware of body aches. Gave up, got up, and called in sick. Got a teeny bit of attitude, because I didn't call in sooner. Huh. I so have to get to understand this. I push myself, try to psyche myself up to tough it out, and I get demerits for doing so, because evidently, I should have done so sooner. Okay. I can play this game. I don't want to, but I can. If they need four hours' notice when I call in sick, they'll darn well get it
I puttered around a bit more, took a bath. Took some tylenol. Read some stuff online, hoping to relax enough to get some more rest. Somewhere in there it hit me. I worked Thanksgiving Day. If I feel up to it, I'll go in and give them a full shift tomorrow, although with the way I feel now, that's questionable. At the very least, I'll manage to go in on Christmas Eve, work in pricing, and expect to cash some of that time. I give them a lot. I also: do all the meal planning, most of the procurement, and most of the preparation in our house. I look out for friends, for my daughter, and especially for her boyfriend, whose needs are special at this stage of his life. I visited my friend/neighbor Sally, who's hospitalized after back surgery, and spent a good deal of time yesterday listening to her concerns. She doesn't even expect to see Ray, because as she say, men don't do well in hospitals. Uh, okay. I guess I hadn't realized that it was so entrenched in our society.
Anyhoo, I'm exhausted and I think I'm entitled to some rest. Yup. I do believe.