When was the last time you called in sick? I can’t remember the last time I have. Now, granted I’m self-employed. But even so, there hasn’t been a day in which I’ve turned off the computer, sent off the kids, and crashed out on the couch all day long.
One day last week my husband called in sick to work. He was complaining of a sore throat. So he went back to bed, while I shuttled my son to kindergarten, and then my daughter to preschool. I stopped at a coffee shop to work for a couple hours until I had to pick the kids back up from school. We made a few other stops before we returned home at around 2 PM. Low and behold the hubby was still snoozing away in bed!
Now, I’m no Florence Nightingale and my husband knows it. I’m more likely to say, “You still lying there?” than “Aww… Darling, can I get you anything?” So of course when I discovered him in bed, I thought to myself, “What a whimp! A sore throat? Jeez…”
Am I a bitch? Or just jealous that I don’t give myself a full sick day for a sore throat every now and then? Sara’s “Permission to Get Sick” post from January captured it perfectly. Taking a sick day for yourself is like a luxury. Too often we battle through a sore throat, throbbing headache, or nasty cough so we can keep going like the Energizer bunny. Not to mention, sick days are usually saved so we can take care of a sick kid.
I hope karma doesn’t knock me down with a nasty flu now. If so, God as my witness, I’m going to take a sick day and not feel guilty about it!