I should warn you right now, I am sick.
My stomach hurts, I have a mild but persistent headache, and I kind of hate anyone who is not sick right now.
And yet, here I am, trying to string a few letters into sentences and sentences into - what do you call a bunch of sentences again? I’m not doing it for the money, but because I have a deadline and that deadline represents a level of trust to me. Someone else is counting on me, trusting me, to do what I said I was going to do when I said I was going to do it. It’s not their fault I’m sick, right?
I’ve actually gotten better about taking sick days in recent years. When I first started working, I would have to be on my deathbed before I would call in sick to work. Of course, then it probably was about the money, but it was also about not wanting to let anyone else down. But when I was younger I was more likely to have a job that just needed a warm body in a spot for a set amount of hours - it didn’t matter if that body was warm due to fever. If we’re lucky, our jobs become less about taking up space and more about quality as we get further into our working lives, and there’s no doubt that my quality takes a hit when I’m sick. Clearly.
I’ve also learned that I’m more likely to heal quickly if I succumb to the sickness and just rest, as opposed to pushing my body beyond its limits so that I can halfway get by for days or weeks. Better to just suck it up and take to my bed for a day then struggle through several days, right?
But there’s still that nagging point of trust and expectation.
Where do you draw the line? How sick do you have to be to take a sick day?