I had an LBM yesterday and so I wasn’t able to go to work. I was just at home nursing an aching tummy. I felt weak and sick. I missed my office computer. I missed working. I missed my officemates. I missed being well.
Getting sick is my least favorite thing. I hate staying in bed and doing nothing. Because I got sick for a day, I wasn’t able to do a lot of things. Like getting my nails done. Like canvassing for motor home repair online (don’t ask why). Like cleaning our bathroom. Like replenishing our pantry supplies. Like washing my dirty clothes. And a lot more.
On a positive note, getting sick allowed me to slow down and take in my surroundings. It also allowed me to have some good bonding moments with my siblings who were at home, coincidentally. Getting sick isn’t so bad, after all. 🙂