I opened my eyes, slowly rolled over, and attempted to get out of bed. I groaned, feeling a little nauseous but chalked it up to the early hour and being generally exhausted. Glancing at the clock, I realized the boyfriend was up an hour early. I could hopefully sleep a bit longer and wake up feeling a little more refreshed.
An hour later, after sleeping for what felt like five more minutes, I woke up feeling just as gross. Rolling out of bed, stumbling downstairs- I located my computer and logged on to call out. As I entered a sick day into our substitute system, I could barely see. It was still dark, my contacts weren’t in, and I just felt gross. I filled out the form and hesitated over the “confirm” button. I hate missing a day of school. Hate it. But after that slight hesitation I convinced myself that trying to make it would only be worse. I quickly clicked and then wrote up a skeleton of plans for the day. One sick day was just what the doctor ordered.