Well, I didn’t make to work today. It started yesterday afternoon when I felt the need to cough a bit. I wasn’t sure why. It was weird. I thought maybe my throat was dry or something. I felt fine otherwise. I went home and had some dinner. Everything was ok. Then right before bed, I started feeling something was off. Was I getting sick, I asked myself? I ignored and went to bed.
I woke up about about an hour before my alarm was supposed to go off. I was thirsty, I had to pee, my head hurt, and the rest of my body aching as well. I felt terrible. I went to pee and then grabbed a glass of water. As I laid back in bed, I had a decision to make. Was I ok to go to work? Could I drag myself to work feeling like death and just tough it out while being unproductive? Or was it better to just call in sick and get some rest? In my younger days, I’d probably be a tough guy and go to work but now I’m older and wiser. It hurt just to walk to my kitchen, so I decided to make it a sick day.
I went back to sleep after taking an Advil. I awoke after 2pm. I had slept more than four hours. I guess my body really needed that rest. I spent almost the entire day either in bed or in my Snuggie. I still feel like crap and I’m hoping another evening of rest will make things better. I hate being sick.