Sometimes a Sick Day Is Just a Sick Day 🤢💤
Well, here it is Wednesday evening, and I hate to admit it, but today was not my day.
I went to work this morning, pulled up all my programs at my cubicle, and honestly thought, Nope. Not doing it.
I had a migraine. I was nauseated. I felt absolutely miserable, and I literally could not function.
Now, when you work in a call center, they definitely frown on you not being there for your scheduled shift. I know that. So even though I was already sitting at my desk, I finally called the attendance line, gave them my information, and told them I wasn’t going to be able to work.
Then I called Sherry.
I could tell by the tone of her voice that she wasn’t exactly thrilled. And honestly, I understand. But there wasn’t anything I could do about it. I wasn’t going to be any good to anybody sitting there feeling like I was going to be sick at any moment.
So… I went home.
And let me tell you, getting home wasn’t exactly a smooth ride either.
I was dry heaving as I walked out to my vehicle. Once I got in, I remember thinking that I might have to pull over a couple of times on the way home. It’s about a 30-minute drive from work to the house, and those 30 minutes felt like a whole lot longer.
Thankfully, I made it home.
I walked through the door and told Mr. C, “I’m going to lay down. Can you get me a Sprite?”
And that’s exactly what I did.
I took my anti-nausea medicine and crawled into bed. From about 7:40 that morning until a little after 9:30, I was completely out.
And apparently, I wasn’t answering my phone either.
Mr. C had gone over to Brody’s for a while. He texted me a couple of times, but I never answered because I was sound asleep. Eventually, he called to make sure I was okay since I wasn’t responding.
I told him to stay there as long as he wanted. There wasn’t anything he could do for me at home anyway.
He eventually came back sometime around three, although honestly, I wasn’t paying much attention to the clock. I finally got myself up, we had something to eat, and I settled onto the couch for the rest of the evening.
I even managed to take a shower.
And you know how when you’re sick for a while, sometimes you just feel… sick? There’s a certain smell you can smell on yourself, and I could smell it.
I finally said, “I’ve got to take a shower.”
So I did.
Mr. C kept telling me, “You’re not going to be able to sleep tonight.”
I told him that considering how bad I had felt all day, I was pretty sure sleep wasn’t going to be my biggest problem!
Looking back, I know I’ve been sick off and on for about the last year and a half. I’ve tried blaming some of it on my medications. I’ve wondered if it’s just stress or life catching up with me. And honestly, I don’t really know.
Maybe some of it is simply getting older.
I don’t have the answer.
What I do know is that today, my body said, “Nope. We’re done.”
And as frustrating as that is, I had to listen.
I hate that I missed work. I hate that I missed the opportunity to make my sales yesterday and keep working toward my goals. I hate feeling like I’m letting people down when I have to call in.
But sometimes you just can’t push through.
Today was one of those days.
A sick day isn’t fun. There is nothing glamorous about migraines, nausea, dry heaving, sleeping half the day away, and forcing yourself into the shower because you don’t even feel like yourself anymore.
But sometimes the best thing you can do is stop, go home, crawl into bed, and let your body rest.
Tomorrow is another day.
And hopefully, a much better one. ❤️
