fivebyevif

I don’t get sick.

Oh, I get sinus infections. I get run down. I get days where my “allergies sure seem out of whack!”, but I don’t get sick.

Nope.

Never sick.

I get ten sickdays a year. It’s a point of pride for me to use as few of these as possible. It helps that I have the work ethic of a warhorse. I hate not showing up to meetings (of which I have 1-2 a day, on average), and I’m keenly aware of the workload I still have.

So I don’t get sick. I sleep it off, I muster as much denial as I can, and promise my body that if it can just…keep…going we’ll get a nice meal and some sleep tonight.

Today is a rare exception. Body got through half a day of work, dug in its heels, and said NO. Body then led me out to the car, drove me home, and put me in bed. I slept for six hours.

But I’ll have my last laugh. I brought work home. Ha ha! Take that, body!

Because I don’t get sick, you see. I just needed a little rest. I’ll be fine in the morning.

LA LA LA LA LA.