I’m sick. Why did I come to work? I want to be in bed. I’m cold and miserable. My head hurts, my legs ache, I’m stuffed up, coughing, and sneezing.
Maybe I’ll stay here until lunch.
Why didn’t I just stay home in the first place? Because I thought I was making it up to stay home.
I left work at 11am. My inner ears are itchy now. Perhaps it’s nap time. I should have known that when I woke up this morning and didn’t want breakfast that I wasn’t secretly faking myself out to stay home and that I really was genuinely germy.