Sick day

I'm not good at taking sick days since I started working from home. When I used to commute every day, it was easier to take a sick day - if I woke up and didn't feel well, I'd call in. I'm not saying that I'd stay home at the littlest sniffle. Instead, I would get up, try to get going, debate debate debate until I'd finally throw in the towel and take a sick day.

Now, even when I'm sick, I work. I figure that since I'll be sitting around in my pajamas anyway, I might as well pull out the laptop and get something done. In a way, it helps my stress level, because I don't fall behind in what I'm trying to accomplish for the week. But I'm not doing myself any favors because I'm not truly resting. Even after my surgery last February, I went back to work a few days earlier than planned, rationalizing that I was resting while I worked, but I really wasn't.

Today I woke up with a headache, nausea and a low grade fever. I need to sleep, to rest, to take care of myself. So after this blog post, I am going to take a nap. No laundry. No checking email. Just really bad daytime TV, a snack, and generally doing nothing. A true sick day.

Zzzzz ....