Monday, February 18, 2008

I Demand A Recount

Friday: felt ok. Came back from work a bit sore, a bit tired, a bit glad it was the weekend, but nothing out of my ordinary.


Saturday: spent it in bed. A couple of hours propped up on pillows with the lappie, but mostly, snoozing.

Sunday: a bit better than Saturday, but still confined to the upstairs floor of the house. In the evening, a sudden downturn.

Monday: Almost back to my normal. I even fixed my own breakfast.

REALISATION: I'll be going to work today. I feel ripped off of my weekend. There should be rules about having a non-weekend due to sickness.

DISCLAIMER: Yes, I'm complaining about going to work. Rest assured that if I feel awful again later today, or tomorrow, and I have to call in sick, I'll probably complain about NOT going to work.

I bet you're grouchy too when you're this sore.

I will try and post something a bit more thoughtful over the next week.


erasmus (aka jiva) said...

I feel for you, but I've had almost the same sort of weekend and I'm stuck on the sofa cold today even covered in a quilt and with the heating on and several layers. I've made sure I'm fed and watered all I need to do now is sleep it off. UG. No work today cos I phoned in sick but I feel suitably guilty for not being there even though I am ill.

Mary said...

Layers and lots to drink sounds like a good approach to me.

I've been repeatedly assured by my boss (of his own accord) that there's not going to be a problem if I call in sick or have to go home early at any point, that they feel confident that I won't take the mickey and that I don't have anything to prove.

The trouble is that today, I feel okay (by my usual parameters etc). Maybe rough side of okay, but still, I wouldn't be able to justify calling in sick.

Whereas over the weekend, I was feeling as rubbish as you are, and I think it's entirely unacceptable for ill-bad-yuk-ness to take up my free time.

Carie @ Space for the Butterflies said...

Preaching to the converted!! I had appendicitis interupt my honeymoon (although I did get a recount on that one after I cajoled the office into letting me have back some of my holiday time!) I'm sorry you've been feeling so grotty - it's been very pretty for the unafflicted!

Maggie said...

Reminds me a little of when I was still working (before I got ME). I dreamed I was in work and worked hard all day. Then I woke up and had to go to work. It felt all wrong - I'd been slogging away all night, why should I work the next day? ;-)

About the pancakes... John makes them. Fortunately he's even greedier for them than I am, so is happy to do so. We're thinking of making them a regular Tuesday breakfast.

Our fave breakfast actually is liver and bacon and onions, but we only eat it once a week. Or less, as our butcher doesn't always have liver when John gets there on Sat mornings.

Hope that today has gone OK and you are feeling better.

Hugs from Liverpool