I took an official sick day yesterday. It started right – I had a 7am meeting, but it was only half an hour, and then I went back to bed until almost noon. Of course, things were happening, and I ended up working a couple of hours total throughout the day. In the afternoon, I got the oil changed in the car (desperately needed to be done), and I braved the post office to mail a package. I rested the other hours.
I’m not very good at sick days, but we’re leaving town tomorrow, and stuff needed to get done. I have never felt so uneasy about getting on a plane (congestion plus the additional pressure? shudder).
Much as I want to, I am not going to sit here and complain about every symptom. I’m better during the day, and it’s daytime now, so I’m going to focus on the things that need to get done while I’m capable of doing them. Like…a couple of work things I can’t leave undone and PACKING. Mostly packing.