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I have to be at work in a little over an hour.
Since about 5:30 this morning I have been shivering, shaking, sweating, sleepless, miserably sick. Even my dreams were queasy. I want nothing more than to pull up the covers, set the garbage can beside the bed just in case, and try again tomorrow.
But this is the first day. I cannot call in sick on my first freaking day. I want to, I want to so much. I'm afraid I'll get sick on my manager or something, and then I'll have to move out of state because you can never use the library again after you puke on your boss.
Oh, I know that my anxiety issues have a lot to do with this. I never sleep well the night before anything important happens, even good things--DragonCon, Florida, job interviews. And usually I don't feel great in the morning when these things are happening. But this is like a whole new dimension of sick, and I'm wondering if maybe it isn't all in my head.
I know, I know. It's probably nargles.
(The main thing keeping me going right now: I woke up to find a post-it note on the bathroom mirror saying Good luck at your first day! I know you will do GREAT! from my sister. Also, I whined to my mother in a text message and she quoted Yoda at me.)
Since about 5:30 this morning I have been shivering, shaking, sweating, sleepless, miserably sick. Even my dreams were queasy. I want nothing more than to pull up the covers, set the garbage can beside the bed just in case, and try again tomorrow.
But this is the first day. I cannot call in sick on my first freaking day. I want to, I want to so much. I'm afraid I'll get sick on my manager or something, and then I'll have to move out of state because you can never use the library again after you puke on your boss.
Oh, I know that my anxiety issues have a lot to do with this. I never sleep well the night before anything important happens, even good things--DragonCon, Florida, job interviews. And usually I don't feel great in the morning when these things are happening. But this is like a whole new dimension of sick, and I'm wondering if maybe it isn't all in my head.
I know, I know. It's probably nargles.
(The main thing keeping me going right now: I woke up to find a post-it note on the bathroom mirror saying Good luck at your first day! I know you will do GREAT! from my sister. Also, I whined to my mother in a text message and she quoted Yoda at me.)