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I mean, why wouldn't I?
I've felt like crap for nearly a week. Probably just a bug going around. I've had on and off tummy aches and some bouts of nausea that don't really lead to anything other than just laying flat on the couch until it goes away. I've been slow going, but alright.
Nevertheless, I went to work anyway. I'm not going to call in sick unless I've been throwing up or pooping out of control. I don't have the PTO or the budget to afford a mental health day call in.
I've been accused, thrice this week, of faking being sick, just to get out of doing something with people.
I told my bf I didn't feel like spending a few hours after work with him Wednesday because I felt a little crappy still. I think he thought I was faking, I kept getting the feeling of the tone of his texts that he thought I was just trying to get out of seeing him. Because, you know, since I went to work, I must be alright.
I usually do Team Trivia every other Thursday (paydays), but this past Thursday, I was exhausted and still quite upset over work, so after I went grocery shopping, I felt awful. I'd told my coworkers I usually go with that I wouldn't go. They were trying to pressure me by saying "Just throw your hair up and come in your sweats, no one will care." They even said who cares about sleep, blah blah blah. No. I feel sick. It didn't help that Friday, I started my holiday shopping (because I'd be with my brother Saturday I couldn't get his in front of him) and my coworker saw me at the mall and in my gym clothes. So, since I'd went to the gym, that meant I was doing fine and was faking on Thursday.
Then, my bf made a snippy comment after he didn't like the fact that I was looking at guns at the sporting goods store (NO gun arguments here please), which led to a "By the way, hope you feel better with all the shopping you've been doing!"
I. Planned. This. Big. Shopping. Trip. With. My. Brother back in October or early last month. This was my extra paycheck to shop with. Only non-stop puking or pooping or a fever was going to stop me from doing this. So, because we went out to eat and we shopped for a few hours and we saw a movie together, I'd been faking all week.
And don't get me started on the comments of "If you're sick, why are you eating so much?" I haven't been eating as much as I think I normally do, but I still get hungry and I'm not going to STARVE myself just because I may not feel well later. I have to eat, dumbasses.
Good to know no one believes me when I say I'm sick. Fuck em all.
I've felt like crap for nearly a week. Probably just a bug going around. I've had on and off tummy aches and some bouts of nausea that don't really lead to anything other than just laying flat on the couch until it goes away. I've been slow going, but alright.
Nevertheless, I went to work anyway. I'm not going to call in sick unless I've been throwing up or pooping out of control. I don't have the PTO or the budget to afford a mental health day call in.
I've been accused, thrice this week, of faking being sick, just to get out of doing something with people.
I told my bf I didn't feel like spending a few hours after work with him Wednesday because I felt a little crappy still. I think he thought I was faking, I kept getting the feeling of the tone of his texts that he thought I was just trying to get out of seeing him. Because, you know, since I went to work, I must be alright.
I usually do Team Trivia every other Thursday (paydays), but this past Thursday, I was exhausted and still quite upset over work, so after I went grocery shopping, I felt awful. I'd told my coworkers I usually go with that I wouldn't go. They were trying to pressure me by saying "Just throw your hair up and come in your sweats, no one will care." They even said who cares about sleep, blah blah blah. No. I feel sick. It didn't help that Friday, I started my holiday shopping (because I'd be with my brother Saturday I couldn't get his in front of him) and my coworker saw me at the mall and in my gym clothes. So, since I'd went to the gym, that meant I was doing fine and was faking on Thursday.
Then, my bf made a snippy comment after he didn't like the fact that I was looking at guns at the sporting goods store (NO gun arguments here please), which led to a "By the way, hope you feel better with all the shopping you've been doing!"
I. Planned. This. Big. Shopping. Trip. With. My. Brother back in October or early last month. This was my extra paycheck to shop with. Only non-stop puking or pooping or a fever was going to stop me from doing this. So, because we went out to eat and we shopped for a few hours and we saw a movie together, I'd been faking all week.
And don't get me started on the comments of "If you're sick, why are you eating so much?" I haven't been eating as much as I think I normally do, but I still get hungry and I'm not going to STARVE myself just because I may not feel well later. I have to eat, dumbasses.
Good to know no one believes me when I say I'm sick. Fuck em all.
No, really.
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