I’m 36 years old. I grew up working for my father, and he always drilled into my head that you just DON’T call in to work sick. Because of never wanted to let him down (yes…more Daddy Issues), I never called in sick to work. Ever.
As I’ve gotten older and have moved into a position at a job where they don’t want you to be there if you’re sick, I’ve realized that there’s no need to kill yourself just to make an extra dollar. In fact, if I call in sick I can use an extra vacation day or a “floater day” and still get paid and not lose out on anything.
I still feel guilty, though. Even though a little bit of a cold won’t prevent me from going in to work, if I am dizzy or have the sweats or become really REALLY sick then I don’t think twice about calling in sick. But for the record, I absolutely HATE getting that sick.
So last night was horrific for me (Warning: potential grossness coming up). I got home from work and had supper with B…playing and watching the new Madagascar movie (he wasn’t thrilled with it). When I took him to The Ex’s place for the night, I immediately felt that things weren’t going to be pleasant for me as the night continued on. So I pretty much dumped him off, apologized for the quick exit, and took off back home.
I ended up running to the bathroom all night long, not being able to last longer than 10 minutes at a time. Then, around 8:30pm or so, the unthinkable happened: I threw up so hard I ended up passing out. That hadn’t happened to me since I was in my early 20′s. WTF?? So I opened my eyes and didn’t know where I was but quickly realized I was face-down on the bathroom floor.
I had bent my eyeglass-frames and bumped my head (causing immediate headache), and then cleaned up the mess around me and immediately went to the computer. I quickly realized that I wouldn’t be feeling good enough to chat with my LDR, K. So at 9:13pm I messaged K and told her what had happened and to not worry because I was feeling a bit better. She immediately suggested that it sounded like food poisoning, which puzzled me because all I had for lunch was a frozen dinner, a bag of plain chips, and a chocolate bar (I know…pretty much the most unhealthy meal I could possibly have). I told her that I’d email her first thing in the morning to tell her how I was feeling.
If I only knew just how bad the rest of the night would be. Wow.
After I said goodnight to K, I lay down and tried to fall asleep. I had just thrown a couple of items into washer that had been “messed up” and just as I was about to fall asleep, heard this horrible noise in the hallway.
Turns out that there was some type of clog in the drain (or the pipes were frozen…one or the other) and there was water pouring out onto the floor.
So I immediately turned off the washer and threw a ton of towels down on the floor to soak it all up. I was still felling pretty dizzy so I didn’t know if I got all of it or not, but I really didn’t care at the time. I wanted to pick up the washer and throw towels underneath, but I was too weak to do even that. Then I started to once more feel the insides gurgle. So off to the washroom I went. Again. And again. And again.
I then lay on the bed once more. I probably got an hour or so of sleep in before I dashed off to the washroom one more time. Only this time, I felt myself getting noxious once again. So I kneeled in front of the “porcelain alter” and went to town.
The next thing I know I was freaking out because I didn’t know where I was. Again. Turns out I had passed out AGAIN and was on the floor…AGAIN (can you sense my frustration?). This time I had bitten the crap out of my tongue (I had left my twisted glasses off, thankfully) and, once AGAIN, proceeded to clean up the mess that was all over the place.
I finally fell asleep around 12:30am and woke up at 6am. It’s 7:46am right now and so far, so good…no trips anywhere and I’m just trying to replenish my fluids. I still feel very weak so I decided that I’m not going to go in to work this morning. I told myself that I’ll just take off the morning and see what the afternoon brings me.
Does that all sound like food poisoning? I don’t feel sick at all this morning, just REALLY weak and I’ve got a headache from where my head hit the floor. I’m thinking that as the morning progresses I’ll feel good enough to go outside and shovel and then make it in to work during the afternoon.
Wow…I hate getting sick.