When are you sick enough for a sick day?
This is one that has plagued me since early recovery and still catches me. Part of it is perfectionism. Part of it is being unique. Other people take time off for colds and flu and stomach bugs. But I am never sure. Today I’m tired, aching, coughing. I’ve been up all night, but what I think of is the work on my desk and the appointments that would need to be cancelled.
This too is about being a worker among workers. Can I accept that I’m human, that I get sick and that the world would not end? These are the words I say to others. I say, “Take care of yourself.” But when it is my turn I am never sure if I am sick enough for a sick day.