Sick Day

I hate being sick. To me it means I'm weak...I hate weakness within myself. Today I am out sick. I woke up and my head was throbbing along with my back. It wasn't so bad when they the two major throbbing pains synced up with each other, then it was kind of just one big pain all over. I actually had the conversation with myself whether I should get up and go to the bathroom or lay there in the first comfortable position I had been in all night and just let my bladder explode. Laying peacefully won out for about half an hour...then the need to pee won out.



I just got back from the store with some Tylenol Cold. It was a nice checklist...headache, body ache, congestion. Bingo...found my drug.

The thing that really upsets me is that people at work will think I'm faking it. I have been at work when I felt this bad before, but that was when there was no one that could fill my position. Now there is someone else there. He's still new, but is an intelligent guy and can handle it...I think.

Well time to get back to bed and wait for my meds to kick in.

Cheers