You know when you take the day off work and, even though you genuinely had a good reason to stay away from the office, there is always that feeling in the back of your mind that, well, you COULD have dragged yourself in. You could have. Sure, you would have felt like crap throughout parts of the, but you probably would not have died.
At the moment I'm at home, having skipped work due to feeling "a bit ill" -- that is how I described it in a carefully worded email to my boss, also adding that, "I will try to work from home because can sit down and do stuff but just feel sick when I walk around." No matter how many times I read it over or tweaked the odd word, it just didn't sound convincing.
Part of the reason is I don't entirely trust myself! Hence my earlier point. So now I'm sitting here in my apartment, almost willing myself to feel sicker than I really am. That twinge in my stomach - was that... me feeling sick? Yes! Sweet relief! And the guilt has been relieved, for a while at least.
At the moment I'm at home, having skipped work due to feeling "a bit ill" -- that is how I described it in a carefully worded email to my boss, also adding that, "I will try to work from home because can sit down and do stuff but just feel sick when I walk around." No matter how many times I read it over or tweaked the odd word, it just didn't sound convincing.
Part of the reason is I don't entirely trust myself! Hence my earlier point. So now I'm sitting here in my apartment, almost willing myself to feel sicker than I really am. That twinge in my stomach - was that... me feeling sick? Yes! Sweet relief! And the guilt has been relieved, for a while at least.
