I'm sick today.
I tried to deny it.
I could feel it creeping up but I chose to ignore it.
Sometimes that works. Ignore it and it will go away.
Or buck up and muscle through it.
That's what my Dad always said to me.
He didn't believe in being sick.
He never had a cold and if something hurt he didn't talk about it.
So he didn't allow me to be sick either. I had to go to school every day. No matter what.
He always said "If someone asks you how you feel, say FINE because no one really cares, they're just trying to be nice."
I woke up this morning and didn't feel so great.
I got to work and my head ached. I felt dizzy and my joints hurt.
My stomach was upset. ( and I have this jaw/ear ache thing going on but that's been going on for awhile.)
So I decided that I was going home.
I got my boarding dogs and cats feed and cleaned.
Did the paperwork and documentation that was needed, showed one of the vet techs what needed to be done later and left.
It was odd to drive home in the middle of the day.
It was dreary out, only in the 50's and sprinkling.
Such a grey day.
I had Blue and Jimmy with me and when we came into the house, we startled the others.
I think they were all sleeping.
I opened the door to silence, then a hesitant bark followed by a chorus.
I let everyone outside for a few minutes and then back in.
They all looked at me and I back at them.
So I put them back into the laundry room and went upstairs with Blue and Jimmy.
And went to bed.
So odd. I never sleep during the day.
Guess I needed it.
I feel a little bit better but guilty.
I wasted a day.