Yesterday I was laid low. Stomach virus and/or food poisoning kept me home. And it wasn't like when I fantasize about getting to stay home. No television, no catching up on reading, no computer. I couldn't hardly get out of bed.
I don't miss much work due to illness. I don't say this with pride. You should stay home if you're sick. And lord only knows I have a lazy streak a mile wide. And I have many, many hours of accumulated personal/sick time. I just find it very, very hard to use.
My father was the high school principal, and he did not broach us laying out. We had to have a raging fever in order to stay home. I've often gone to work feeling awful, not able to get much done, and Alison would ask, "Why don't you come home?" and I would tell her, "Because my fever isn't high enough."
I feel much better today, so it's back to work I go. Assignments and deadlines await me. It's enough to make one's stomach queasy.
Oh. That might still be the lingering effects of yesterday's illness. Never mind.
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