Aug 24, 2017 00:59
I used to be super freaked out by the idea of getting sick, and I think there are two reasons for this:
1. When the boy was 2, we all caught swine flu. He and the husband went down with it within 6 hours of each other, and mine held off until they were both recovering, but there was a *lot* of vomiting and a *lot* of laundry. Then later that same year, the boy got salmonella. That was scary as hell.
2. For quite a long time, I was our only income and I had no paid sick leave, so me getting too sick to go to work was A Problem. I’ve worked through some seriously nasty colds.
Lately, though, I worry a lot less when the boyo starts sniffling and I hear something is going around. And I think it’s partly having been through a number of kid-illnesses now, but also I think it’s finally sinking in to my lizard-brain that I have paid sick leave and a boss who would prefer it if we didn’t come in when we’re ill.
(Also possibly the fact that I managed to work myself into bronchitis last year, but I honestly thought that was allergies until the cough wouldn’t go away.)
Also, EVERYONE SHOULD HAVE PAID TIME OFF I DON’T CARE IF THEY WORK PART TIME OR ARE HOURLY OR WHATEVER THE FUCK.
Tags:seldnei's life, anxiety, some triggers are not permanent, i realized my 'worry' was more like force of habit than actual worry, and then of course i worried i would worry more because why not?, my brain sometimes