"Hey, Ellen," you ask with concern, "You were out in the 90+ heat and humidity on Friday and Saturday and then again last night. Aren't you supposed to avoid the heat?"
WHO do you THINK you ARE to talk - wait. Sorry about that. You're right. I'm taking a sick day today, just like I did yesterday, and I feel guilty because it's another self-induced sick day.
I could have stayed out of the heat and I could have felt fine. Instead, I slept all day Wednesday, then I went to the concert and I'm at home paying for it.
No one else is paying for it, though. I don't have a pressing deadline today. (I suppose you could say Marcia (#3) paid for it because I did have a complex dream around noon in which I found out she summered at a psychiatric institution when she was 12, where they called her "Mershy." One of those dreams so complex you can't shake the idea it's real. Mershy.)
Still, the guilt. "You did this to yourself. This is like calling in sick because you have a hangover."
And more guilt. "If it's not too hot for a concert, then why is it too hot to weed?"
And essentially, "You're staying home so you don't get sicker, that isn't a sick day."
Or even, "They don't have 'My chin feels tingly and I'm really tired' days. They have SICK days."
Anyway, I've been awake for three hours, so it's time to go back to sleep. What are your sick day ethics? Does anyone else feel like this?