I saw through a fog most of the day. There was nausea, but it seemed as if it was inside my head more than my stomach. I’m not sure what caused it. The problem is, when you work for yourself (or are unemployed; sometimes the essence of both is the same, except if you’re collecting unemployment, then those regular checks are like manna from heaven) there’s no satisfaction in staying in bed. I never called in sick to my last job
but one of the great joys in life is to have sick days set aside, paid, and to use them when you’re feeling off. It sucks to go to work sick. Even better to use those pre-paid days to do something fun, but sometimes, if you’re not actively puking up your guts or in terrible pain, a day in bed on the clock is damned satisfying.
But, today, I had no one to call, and no benefit to doing nothing. So, I did what Mom always said to do when we tried to stay home from school with a light malady: go in, start the day, and if it gets worse, you can come home. I started to feel better in the late afternoon. You win, Mom.
