sick boots

I really want these boots. Really. 

The last two Mondays I've been home sick. Weird. Today is worse than last week. 

A part of me wonders if it's all because I don't want to go into work starting at 9am on Monday mornings and this is how my body rebels. Whatever. Next week, no matter what, I'm there. Once I'm working I almost always feel better. Plus, staying home is boring and I feel kinda guilty for not being out, making moola like Chas. 

I don't think that boy has stayed home once from work since we've been married. Sometimes I try to convince him to take the day off with me and have a mid-week play day. Still no luck. I guess someone's gotta be the responsible one.

sick day at work day

Today it felt like I had a tennis ball in my throat every time I tried to swallow. But don't worry, I had three- yes, three- child inpatient groups and then an evening adolescent inpatient multi-family group so there was definitely plenty of time to relax and rest my throat from talking. Dang jiggity. At least I have a Chas to come home to. He had dinner all ready for me and a back tickle afterwards. And listen to this- he even braved a lone trip to Smith's for some medicine. Believe it. He takes care of me.

Oh yeah, and today is the last day for having long hair.

Dear tummy,

Sometimes you're the worst. Like today. I was up and at 'em earlier than usual and at work ready for a good, productive day full of groups, writing assessments, treatment reviews, and discharge summaries. But half-way through my first group, you started to feel not-so-happy inside. Way too rumbly for your own good. Then it was suddenly way too hot in the group room and I could feel my face get progressively more pale (hate that feeling). 

Thank goodness for a husband who's willing to drop everything, leave work, and come get me in a flash. The good news is we made it all the way home without having to stop and pull over...gross-y. 

The bad news is I'm actually pretty bummed I had to miss so much work today. I really do love my art therapist job. Also, it's a sunny, beautimous day outside. Perfect for an early evening Family Night stroll with the Mr. 

Such weather is not perfect for lying in bed and/or the bathroom floor. 

Dangjiggity.