divine angst

I think I ate something bad on Monday night, because yesterday, my stomach was NOT settled. I felt pretty crappy all day long—and my office was freezing. You know how your body tenses up when you don’t feel good? And how your body tenses up when you are too cold? Yeah? Add them together, and the effects don’t simply double. The discomfort is exponential. By 3:00 I felt like I was going to die.

But I didn’t go home, despite having something close to four weeks of sick leave. Why? I’ve taken two “exhaustion days” in the last two weeks (both related to moving and selling things) and I didn’t want to take more sick time so soon.

Is that silly? I know I’m valued here, but I don’t want to seem like I’m slacking off with two and a half months to go. The reality is that I didn’t get much done yesterday afternoon because I felt so crappy. I should have gone home. In fact, when I did go home, at the normal time, I bundled up into a long-sleeved t-shirt, pajama pants, and socks, and buried myself under the sheets and the comforter. And I passed out.

A sweet two-hour nap later, I got up, dizzy as all get-out because I hadn’t eaten much all day. Forced a sammich into my body and went back to sleep. And you know what? I feel TERRIFIC today. Absolutely fan-friggin-tastic. Sleep really is the wonder drug.