I made it back to work yesterday, but I think I overdid it. I went to bed at 6:00 with a migraine.
I got up this morning — no headache — but definitely not feeling great. I told myself, "Snap out of it!" and had Lew drive me to work.
When I walked into my supervisor's office, she said, "Tracy, you look like _______. GO HOME." (The blank starts with "h" not "s" in case you were wondering.)
I proceeded to tell her how far behind I am on everything, and she said it can all wait.
So I called Lew to come back and get me. (I worked a whole 35 minutes!)
When we got home I went back to bed and didn't get up until it was time to try eating some lunch.
So far my lunch has stayed down, for which I am grateful.
I think a weekend of rest is just what the doctor would have ordered. I know my supervisor did!
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