I emailed in sick today. Now I feel guilty because while I woke up feeling truly crappy, I feel mostly okay now. It could have been the extra sleep I got by staying home or it could have been that I would have “walked it off” by going in anyway. I don’t know.
But here I am.
Home on a workday.
I’m 53 years old and I feel like I’m back in grade school. Back then I would “fake sick” so that I could have what we now call a “mental health” day in my circle. Today is not a “mental” day but I still felt that jolt of guilt when I looked at the clock as I did way back when I would hear the school bus pull away from the driveway.
Do we ever truly grow up?