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I have a headache and my body aches. I had those 'put everything in the right order or else you won't be able to continue' dreams the last couple of nights. I don't have a fever, but all together I just don't feel well. The thought of going to work is one I can't comprehend right now, because all I want to do is lay down and be apathetic and nothing else. I know my body is telling me to take a step back and take care of myself, but as always there's the super guilt. I can come up with so many reasons why I shouldn't call in sick.So I haven't picked up the phone yet, even though I know that's what I should do: call in sick for the rest of the week. I work with colleagues who always keep on going strong, even when they are dying. And I'm someone who looks up to other people and think that what they do/say/feel is of more value than my own thoughts and actions. Which is silly. This is my body. My life. My health. I know my body and mind better than anyone else and I am just different than the lot of them. But not any less.
So I'll have to pick up the phone and make the dreaded call. And I should let go of all the guilt.
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So I'll have to pick up the phone and make the dreaded call. And I should let go of all the guilt.
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