As I’ve mentioned before, I have a lot of weird guilt. I feel guilty about getting behind on my YouTube subscriptions, or not finishing the entire series run of a show, or leaving a crafty project alone for too long.
And, as I remembered today, I feel double guilt for taking a sick day.
Admittedly I’m not really sick, just under the weather due to allergies that turned me into a faucet of the third worst bodily fluids.
In case you couldn’t visualize that. Photo by emmajanehw on Flickr
I got through my morning session to my simple admin tasks… and was then told I’d be heading out to work for four hours with a super energetic kid. I immediately used up my sick hours to avoid spending the afternoon slumped over a binder offering monotone congratulations to a supremely bored child.
“Uh, yeah. Good job kiddo. Go play or something.” Photo by Leonid Mamchenkov on Flickr
So first there’s the guilt of taking a day off because that means someone else has to cover that shift. But even worse, I then have guilt about not spending the entire day being productive. If I was productive, I wouldn’t get better and I’d be miserable tomorrow as well, thus continuing a vicious guilt vortex.
It didn’t help that the California sun shining through the window seemed to conspire against sleep and try instead to force me to be productive.
It’s a beautiful day, and you’re a lazy bum. Photo by Maureen Lunn
So I put on Simply Rain to set the appropriate sick day mood and sank into a lazy fog of naps, watching Babylon 5, and knitting a lace shawl (see TV show and craft project guilt, above). Take that, weather, and your stupid allergies too. *blows raspberry*
Apparently sick days make me not only guilty, but give me the mentality of a five year old. It’s cool, it’s alright, I’ll be back to grown up working mode tomorrow.