Remember how I wanted a few days off and my car broke?
Well, this week I was thinking of taking Friday off. It's a long weekend and the end of the fiscal year and all.. I mean, I did take 2 days off when my family visited... but a long weekend would be nice...
Then I came down with some sort of plague. It started with a sore throat. I chalked this up to allergies.
Then my lungs decided to be mucus machines. Then the mucus factory got a satellite office in my sinuses.
Now I have a hot and cold running fever, cough so hard I nearly gag and my voice is completely gone.
I wanted one day off. I'm on day number 3. Since there is not all that much to do around the office, I'm really not sweating it. (Though right now sweating is all that I'm doing...)
I think the big take away from this is that I'm not superman. I have sick time. I have vacation time. And I'm entitled to use it. We've now hired someone so I'm not alone in the office. She's covering the phones.
I don't know when this whole "you are entitled to leave but we don't expect you to take any" bullshit started. I'm just thankful that when I told people that I was ill they just wished me well. No guilt.
Thankfully I no longer feel like warmed over death. I just need to get over the worst of the coughing, and that's better done at home than at the office. Tomorrow I'll go back to work (and leave early for a dental appointment).
And next week we get back to work.