I called in sick for work today.
Not because I’m feeling fine, and just don’t want to go to work.
I called out sick because I felt like if I didn’t, I would actually BE sick.
My job is a physically taxing one. I’m literally on my feet for 8 hours. The step counter on my phone tells me that I walk up to 13 kilometers a day in that job.
So when I have a day off, I insist that I have two days in a row (a weekend) in order to fully recover from the previous five days.
Last week I worked 5 days, but was only scheduled one day off. Then scheduled another two days of work before getting another one day off.
It was too much.
After the one day off, I worked one of the two days, and felt like a total zombie.
So today, feeling like I could absolutely puke at the thought of spending another day on my feet, I texted my manager, told her that I wasn’t feeling well, then I went back to sleep.
I don’t think I’ve made a decision that made me feel better IMMEDIATELY, like this one.
Truth be told, the thought of calling in sick made me nervous. I never get sick, but frankly, my body needed a break.
When I was younger, I would have pushed through without paying attention to that sick, exhausted feeling that you get when you’re overtired.
I just can’t do that anymore.
I spent most of the night stressing about what my manager would say when I texted her. I thought she might be pissed because we’re so short staffed. But to my surprise (and maybe not so much, because she really is a nice person), she said that I should rest, and she hoped that I felt better soon.
Sometimes my brain goes to all kinds of strange places when it’s anxious. It’s usually not necessary.