Today I feel like a truck has run over my head. It was all I could do to pull myself out of bed, shower, get ready and drive myself to work. I feel like I could sleep all day. But, here I am... Sitting at work with not a whole lot to do, feeling miserable. I hate being sick. It is awful. My head is throbbing as I type this.
Why is it that we feel so attached to our jobs that on days where we are feeling terrible, we get up and go anyway. I could have called in sick, but I didn't. For some reason I had this feeling of commitment to come in and torture myself by forcing my eyes to stay open and ignoring my pounding head and scratching throat. Humans are strange. Or is it just me?
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