Sick Day Revisited

Allow me to take just a few minutes from staring at my computer regarding work-related stuff and continue staring at my computer to address what some may call a "felicitious" endeavor of blogging. Either way, I'm staring at the computer screen with a medicine-induced glaze of zombie-esque decorum. Tissue anyone?

Ignoring the plague-filled year of 2008 (flu, strep, shingles and cysts - oh my), I rarely use time off from work due to "sickness". Especially now that I have a job that I love, coworkers that I enjoy and a certain rapport and reputation that I prefer to maintain with my PT's and colleagues... or maybe it's ego... I just don't want to slow down and "get behind" in progress. I pride myself on my organization and administrative skills. And I've been healthier all around. But once in a while, the "bug" gets me and I am forced to take my own respite, hunker down, and take a little compassion on myself.

I don't know about you, but when I think of staying home sick, I picture cat naps, cozy blankets, mindless movies and lots of fluids. I imagine soft angelic light surrounding me with the gentle nudgings of "shhh... relax... all is well... get some rest" all about my person. And it's true for the first couple hours.
It has been my experience, as of late, that once the clock hits 3pm or so, I start to feel less than okay and more antcy. I start to feel increasingly sad and bored. Then I start to think of all the work that I COULD be doing:
Should I go ahead and check my voice mails? I'm sure I have atleast 30 new ones just waiting to be heard.

What is this going to mean for my work out routine? I'm going to get fat! I can't get fat... I've worked so hard!!
And the dogs are driving me nuts. They haven't gotten their walk today.
The trash needs to be taken out. Ugh, I don't feel like taking it out.
I wish my mom were here... so she could baby me. Rachel shut up, your 32.
Is it time to take my antibiotic yet?
Where's my juice? Damn, it's empty.
I'm so bored, I wish I had someone to talk to. I'm lonely. Where are all my friends? Why don't they care?? They're working Rachel. Get over yourself.
I should try to sleep.
Toss.
Turn.
Sigh.
Toss.
Where's my book? Meh, not interested.
This blanket is NOT cozy. It just gets tangled up.
I should really think about getting Christmas presents. I'm broke. Which is why I should be WORKING!
Where's my work phone? Yep 30 voice mails.
Oh I can't get off the couch. Where's the remote? Judge Judy... great distraction. But she's so mean!!
I want my mom.
My nose hurts.

It's now 5:30pm. Melissa brings me some chicken soup and brief encouragement via conversation. She can't stay. Oh but I want her to hang out with me. :( Rachel you're sick. She has things to do. Take the Benadryl she gave you. Be grateful for the visit. Swallow it down.

It's 7pm. My head feels very heavy. I can't keep my eyes open. YES. This is what I've been longing for all day.
Make my way upstairs.
Did I feed the dogs?
Crawl in the bed, set the alarm.
Did I turn the fan on?
Oh Rachel just shut up and rela.....

The end.