Sick Day
Published: February 25th, 2010
By: Melissa Stagnaro

Sick Day

I can’t remember how long it’s been since I called in sick to work. The circumstances have to be pretty extreme, since I enjoy the day to day of my job. But yesterday was one of those rare occasions.

I knew I was coming down with something when I got home from work on Tuesday. I tried to nip it in the bud by going to bed ridiculously early (like 7), in the hopes that I’d sleep off what was ailing me. But it was to no avail: I woke up on Wednesday feeling twice as crappy.

Through the congestion and throbbing sinus pressure, I somehow managed to dial the phone to call Jeff and plead his forgiveness. I’m not sure how he managed to translate my admittedly garbled message, but given the fact that I still have a job today, I guess he did.

After leaving said message, I dipped into the store of decongestants which I – chronic allergy sufferer that I am – keep handy, and promptly went back to sleep.

My sickness-addled brain, aided by the dose of pseudoephedrine, went through a somersault of bizarre dreams and half-dreams until it settled on one pulled from the far reaches of my memory.

It was the ghost of a sick day past, circa sixth grade. In those days, strep throat and I had something of an ongoing relationship. I’d come down with it like clockwork once a year.

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