Remember I said yesterday that I was actually looking forward to going to work today, because I had tidied and organized and felt like I would be able to focus and accomplish stuff?
Well, today, I am sitting at home unable to accomplish stuff because I am f-ing sick.
Not only do I hate feeling sick, I hate missing work because I am sick. Even on my least efficient days, I get something done, but not today. Plus, there's no one at work who is doing my job while I'm away, so the work piles up and the deadlines creep a little closer. If I'm going to have more work to do when I get back to the office, I'd rather it be for fun reasons, like a vacation!
So here I am, crabby and unable to get some much needed sleep.
I'm going to the doctor this afternoon for a diagnosis. I think it's bronchitis, which according to WebMD may be treated at home. However, I have a friend who browbeat me into going to the doctor for a real diagnosis. Seriously, though, I suppose a $15 copay is cheap to confirm the diagnosis and treatment. I learned to self-diagnose and avoid the doctor from my dear Mum, who, in the well honored tradition of "do as I say, not as I do" would probably prefer I go to the doctor too.
Damn, I hate being sick.