"Sick as a dog". Old expression. Just how sick is this dog anyway? What determines the difference between just plain old sick and sick as a dog? What dog?
Ok, that's a bit of rambling, just trying to amuse myself and failing miserably. A couple of weeks ago I had the flu as did a lot of other people around here. I didn't miss a single day of work even though I felt like crap for a few days. (How does crap feel anyway?) Many people I know who had this flu seemed to get over it, just as I did, and then suddenly relapsed. They whined, complained, and missed work to stay home and watch Opra and pretend to be sick.
Now it's my turn. This flu seems to enjoy encore performances big time. And the encore is performed with even more vigor than the original. To put how I feel into some sort of twisted perspective (the only kind I know) I always ride my bike to work. Always. Rain? I ride. Cold (for Florida)? I ride. Hot? I ride. I didn't ride this morning. I just didn't feel up to it.
During the day today I just kept feeling worse and worse. At one point I honestly felt like I wouldn't be able to stand much longer. And the nausea, oh yes, it grew worse and worse right in step with the pain in my normally empty head. I wound up calling my ride and having him pick me up an hour early. I just couldn't keep going.
So now I am home, tending to myself, resting, and not going in to work tomorrow. You know the worst part? Now it will be hard to chide my officers into not calling off sick any more because I have finally succumbed to it myself. I have worked with the flu, a sprained ankle, through hurricanes and assorted other storms, and have projected an expectation that my people do the same. Now I have fallen to the microscopic enemy and life will never be the same.
Ok, that's a bit overly dramatic, but the point is made. I feel like shit and said "screw work".