Sick Day

Why is it so hard to take a sick day? I woke up with a fever and no voice. I'm coughing and hacking and my nose is runny and my head is stuffy and my throat is sore. In a word, I am sick.

But I had two court cases. Both are critical, and putting off court for a month was not practical, given the situations the parties were in. I didn't actually have to have the whole hearing in either case today, as it was pretty apparents that, sans voice, I couldn't do my job, but I had to have the judge put protections in place that would last until the new court date and set a new court date.

I came home and napped. Alan took Ander to the doctor, and when they got home, Ander needed lunch at the same time that Loki needed a bottle. I couldn't nurse Loki, because I had just pumped. Plus, I don't want him to get what I have. (I keep giving him freshly pumped milk, so he'll get the current antibodies, but not nursing him, so I don't breath on him and give him germs.) So I had to wake up and give Loki a bottle, or listen to my poor baby scream.

Then a couple of potential clients called for representation, so though I couldn't see them today, I had to set something up for the future.

I wish I had a sick day where I just stayed in bed. Alan is off, but with Ander sick, too, and needing medicines and doctor visits and breathing treatments, it's all overwhelming and sometimes, even with me sick, he needs my help. Still, I wish someone would bring me hot soup (but not chicken noodle...blah), vapor rub, and some movies to watch. I wish the kids would just play quietly and not be sick, too. I wish work wouldn't pile up while I'm out. I wish I could just have a real sick day, instead of a day that I will pay for later.

Etcetera.