Yesterday, I didn’t feel well when I woke up, but I went to work anyway. After suffering through most of the day, I went home about an hour early. By 7:00, I was asleep for the night.

The morning brought no relief, so I did something that I’ve never done before: I called in sick. Yup, first time for any job, ever, though not for school. I remember skipping class due to illness one day during my freshman year, so that means I haven’t had a similar occasion in about five years. Still, the act of skipping work for the sake of my own recovery feels very odd.

I spent most of the day today feeling miserable and snoozing on the couch. Fortunately, I am feeling a bit better as I write this in the evening. I hope to be back in the office tomorrow morning, a quieter (not as much coughing) and less infectious (but of what?) man.