Anyone who has ever worked with me will know that I rarely take sick days–often to the point of absurdity. There’s some level of guilt in taking a sick day–its unplanned…there’s so much still to do in the office…I didn’t finish that one thing that people were counting on me for…etc, etc, and so forth. However, the past Monday, I found myself in a situation where I was genuinely sick with a horrible sinus infection (I still have it although, thankfully, its not as horrible as it was earlier in the week and over the weekend). My head literally felt like a thousand pounds and I was hopped up on Sudafed to a point where it made me feel like rainbows should be following me whenever I moved. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I have portrayed an artistic representation of me on Sudafed via the Heffalumps & Woozles song from the 1977 Winnie the Pooh Disney Classic. You’re welcome.
The long and short is that I took a sick day.
….and I’m not going to lie, it was one of the best decisions I have ever made. As soon as Lars and little Bjorn walked out the door to work/school I was alone in my house for an extended period of time for what could have felt like ages. I stayed in my yoga pants and sweatshirt, armed with hot tea, some light reading material and a giant blanket and just curled up on the couch listening to the classical radio station. I would read, sleep, read some more, sleep, make more tea. I mean–doesn’t being sick sound like heaven (severe congestion aside). It was the happy balance of knowing I would be totally ineffective at work and needing a day of rest and actually TAKING that day of rest. Bonus–it was raining and cloudy and perfectly miserably outside.
So, I’m back to work today and feeling recharged and well and even though I’m still a little stuffy, I’m feeling good to go in and tackle a few things that may have gone awry on my day out of the office. I love my job and I love the people I work with–sometimes you just need to take a sick day to keep it all in perspective.