Especially when you’re actually sick.
On Monday I woke up feeling like garbage. Absolute garbage. I dragged myself to work because I’m a trooper and have never called in sick in my life. No lies! I figured I’d be able to push through it by the afternoon, but around 10:30 a.m., my stomach decided it wanted me to throw up, so there I am running to the bathroom trying not to vomit on the nasty old carpet in the office. I didn’t barf, but I did decide to tell my boss that I was going to go home early because I felt like dying.
So come 11:30 a.m., I gathered my things and went home, trying not to pass out at the wheel. And when I got home? I slept. I slept all afternoon, only being woken up by the dogs barking at random noises and my dad bringing my ginger ale. (Thanks Dad!) I woke up around 3:30, when my roommate got home from school and I figured I should stay awake so I could fall asleep at night.
Usually I feel guilty about going home sick, but Monday, I had no remorse. My body was killing me and I just needed to sleep. Yesterday I went to work and finished all my work as if I hadn’t gone home early at all the day before. I still don’t feel 100%, but not feeling guilty about going home early is even better.
Do YOU feel guilty when you go home sick?