Finally taking a few sick days for once

I don’t know about you, but I’m really not good at being a sick kid. I have my fair share of health issues — migraines, TMJ, bad knees, etc. — but I rarely take a day off when I’m feeling bad.

I think I just justify to myself that I’m not THAT sick, and would be even more behind if I don’t go in. (Plus if I go in, I can spread my germs — like a recent bout with pink eye.)

But there’s something about being sick as an adult that always depresses me. Maybe it’s that I have to drive myself to the store for meds, or sit around with no parents to wait on me hand and foot. Plus dealing with doctors alone is never fun, see this old post about trying to navigate my current knee issues and just wanting my mommy.

Last week it was time to just suck it up and be sick, let my dad take care of me, and take a few days off work.

I blogged about this surgery last week, and the frightening DNR paperwork they had me fill out.

My pops flew up and spent the long weekend getting me ice and whatever else I needed as I sat around on the couch elevating my leg. All is fine now, just some major swelling and a little bit of a limp with a sparkly cane.

I guess surgery is different than sick (though requires a sick note from the doctor), but I hate feeling like I’m not at 100 percent or that I should be contributing at work. I did slightly harass others in the office with news tips and questions, of course.

I also hate needing to be taken care of (though I’m very grateful for my dad doing so). But it is a slap in the face when even five days later, I’m struggling with swelling and pain to just get through a regular work day.

How sick do you have to be to call off work?