Blech… I’m home sick today. Made a sick call this morning because after 3 weeks of feeling like 215 lbs. of ass, I decided maybe it was time to see a doctor. I guess it was 'cause… here’s the diagnosis: I have two infections, one in my eye and the other in my sinuses. My blood pressure is way high due to stress. Mainly 'cause I’ve been working 12-14 hour days. Plus, on top of all that, I apparently have seasonal allergies. The doc’s suggestion was that I just go home and try not to move for awhile (read: two days). He also gave me a sh*t-load of drugs.
I was reminded of Bloom County at the time: “Check again Mr. Dallas. You’re sure you’re breathing?”
Now, here’s the rub. I hate being sick… More specifically, I hate being home sick. I feel like such a waste when I do that. I never take sick days. It was always my opinion and that of my father’s that if you weren’t at work, you were in the hospital or at a funeral.
Oh well, truly MPSIMS, but I thought I’d share. Back to bed and plenty of fluids and antibiotics for me.