I am pretty much strongly opposed to anything that smacks of giving up. It is my personality. It is how I was raised. And most of the time, it serves me well. I'm pretty tenacious and go after what I want. Like, the long distance runner type; not the sprinter.
But, sometimes, it does not serve me well. Like today. I feel a bit guilty. I called in sick for a shift at work. I woke up early this morning and I had a bit of fever. (Perhaps more later on Lizzy's tragic health problems; like even when they seem basic). I went to the doctor this week and the antibiotics have not quite kicked in. I know they will sometime today. And actually, I could be working; feeling bad is relative and I could push through. ...thus goes my thinking, my feeling...
Being the pusher througher, it is hard to know when to just accept what is. What is. This is: a sick day. The call has been made. So, even though it is not "that bad," I will stay in my PJs and write a blog, (afterall, I'm not puking my guts out). And when the fever does break...well, maybe I will take a light stroll.
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