When I was a kid, a sick day at least had a silver lining, it meant missing school. But now, every hour I miss at work is an hour I’m getting behind in my work.
I wrote back in August about how vacation is a double-edged sword, a badly needed break from the daily grind for sure, but that there’s often so much prep work to prepare for a vacation and so much catch-up work when you return, that the time off might not register as having been as relaxing and renewing as one would like.
Well, sick days are worse. There was no warning, no chance to prep, I’ll have tons of catch-up when I’m back at the office, AND I’m lying here in bed in physical distress.
I, of course, am very thankful that I have plenty of accrued sick leave and good health insurance. And yet now, besides being sick, I feel guilty for complaining about being ill, when millions of people on this planet don’t have the luxury of calling in sick and getting paid for it, when millions of people don’t have any health insurance.