I thought I was feeling much better this morning. Then, I got out of bed, had difficulty remembering how to make coffee, dizzily tripped over a cat, and broke my favorite coffee mug.
Pretty sure I’ve never used two sick days in a row. I feel sort of guilty about it- it’s hard to admit that I can’t go to work today. I have such a prideful tendency to think that I just need to pull it together, as if me being stronger is the solution to everything.
Self-control: it’s more complicated than I thought.