Because I’m a stubborn fool, I actually went to work yesterday, in spite of the fact that I have a fuckton of sicktime and nothing pressing on. I only went for part of the day, and spent the rest of the afternoon snoozing off and on on the couch. I’ve always had the plenty of fluids part down, but the resting? Not so much.
Needless to say, while I don’t feel as bad as Thursday, I do feel a bit worse than yesterday, so I will be taking full advantage of this weekend and doing nothing. Well, mostly nothing. And, as I’ve said before, I resent having to do nothing or not much. I’m fine when it’s my choice. But now that I should be taking it easy I really feel the need to change the cat box and do the floors and maybe dust the bookshelves and and and. I’m a weirdo. I won’t be doing any of that since I’ve learned my lesson, for this time at least. Next time I’m sick, I’ll do the same thing. Go back to work too soon, etc.