There comes a time in every one's life when work becomes a must. Either you can't miss because your work will pile up so swiftly it will take you days to catch up, or you don't know what to do with yourself when you aren't at work.
When I'm home sick, all I can think about is the $hitload of stuff I'm going to have to sift through when I get back, and I'm actually a little guilty/ bored at home doing nothing.
I got to work this morning and the Migraines that I inherited from my mother surfaced this morning for the first time in about 6 months. I tried downing a couple of Ibuprofen, and Benadryl, and working for a bit. After realizing I'd read the same email three different times and couldn't comprehend anything, and cringing at the fluorescent bulbs and computer screen for about an hour, I decided to call it quits and go home.
Thus starting the never ending trail of emails to people informing them of my leaving.
When I get home I down an Excedrin- my last one- and fall asleep on top of the covers, fully clothed, in the dark bedroom for a couple of hours.
But then I wake up and all I can think about is this IOM I promised this guy I'd email out today, and the submittals that pile up when I'm gone. The pain is mostly gone, and the nausea is pretty much over, but while I'm in this drug induced type of numbness, I can feel the soreness way back in the back. I wiped off the smeared eye makeup that resembled Marilyn Manson at this point, and got back in the car to come to work.
My compromise is that no one better make fun of the fact that I'm wearing sunglasses inside.
I'm such a die hard.
No one question my dedication... ever....
Peace out...
-Mel
