If I were to describe the start of my day, it would be: terrible. Although I was feeling a little under the weather after I got home from work yesterday, I didn’t really expect it to erupt into a full-blown fever around this morning. A fever I could take, but along with it came this splitting headache. It literally felt like someone was trying to drive a steel spike into the left side of my head. I felt, in a word, miserable.
Obviously I couldn’t come to work because of my condition, so I had to call in sick… the thing is, I didn’t have the number to both Workforce or my supervisor. It’s a good thing my seatmate did though, and I had her number saved on my phone, so it was just an easy matter of asking her to send the numbers to me. With that done, I shuffled downstairs to take some fever medicine, then plunked back into bed.
It’s almost been ten hours since then, and while the fever seems to have gone down, I’m not feeling a hundred-percent yet. Ugh. While I rarely get sick, the instances where I do break down physically come at the most inopportune times. Like my birthday, for example (which actually happened about four-odd years ago). I suppose this time I could only blame the stress I’ve built up over the past few days for this… Add to that the recent flub I’ve had at the office, and it would have been a wonder if I hadn’t gotten sick.
There goes my perfect attendance record at work. *sigh* This means I’ll just have to get a medical certificate from our family doctor again, which is always awkward, since by being able to actually go to the clinic it means I’ve mostly recovered.
I wonder how everyone was at work. Well, it’s not like the loss of a single agent will put that much a dent on their productivity, as most of the team is on-call during Tuesdays anyway. It’s the Wednesday and Thursday shift that’s worrying, but that’s just something I’ll have to deal with tomorrow when I get back to work.
Absence aside, I can’t really count today as a loss, since I was able to rest without any interruption (well, barring having to get up and drink fever medicine). A glass of lemonade from a day that started as sour as your average lemon? I think so.