Sick Day

So last week my little brothers were sick. They even stayed home from school. Apparently, I caught the 'bug' as well. Those little stinkers... Anyways, Yesterday I woke up feeling like straight up grade A garbage. So0o0o0o, the same thing happened this morning. I woke up feeling like I had been hit by a bus. And an ugly stick... (I mean for reals, I looked like I felt.)

s0o0o0 this morning I got the courage to call in sick. Which took a lot of bravery for me. It was the first real time I had ever called in in my 23 years of life. Now let's set this up. I worked at U.H. for six years. I called in once when I was 17. It was a Saturday morning. I had a little too much fun the night before and just 'couldn't' make it in by 7:00. My mom immediately called my cell phone after I called in and instructed me to get to work.

Then there was that one time after volleyball practice. I thought I broke my ankle spiking a ball. I spent a while in the trainers office. They instructed me to just take it easy, and promised it wasn't broken. I called U.H. and told them I wouldn't be coming to work that evening, and that I was going home. I was about halfway home when my mom called me from work. She told me to turn around and come to the hospital. Not for an x-ray... But (as she so lovingly put it) to

ICE.
ELEVATE.
AND
ANSWER PHONES.

Nice. S0o0o you would understand my nervous feelings about calling in today. It was legitimate and I felt like a drunk slug muffin all day, but I was still afraid my boss was going to ask my symptoms, request three forms filled out to explain the situation, and sign a contract to give my first born to him if I could have the day off.

Turns out I just told him I wasn't feeling well and couldn't come in today. He said okay, told me to get feeling better, and said he would see me tomorrow. End of conversation.

And no call back.... weird....