So, last week I called in sick. Not sure if it was emotional, or really that my foot hurt, but man, it hurt. And now I have cheeks as pink as Clifford the Big Red Dog’s. I’m living on Airborne and Zicam. Bought some of that fancy OJ at the store this morning.
Why is it that I feel SO guilty calling in sick. I mean, I’m actually sick, and I wouldn’t want me dealing with my newborn. I don’t work in an industry in which being sick is something you should just “work through.” However my first job as an RN, we weren’t able to call in sick. It was a joke.
Of course, being that I’m per diem, I don’t actually get “sick days” (I can call in sick, but I am not paid for it.
And when I cough I think my teeth are going to come out… anyone have any home cures?
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