So, this week I caught something nasty. Of course I also caught it just in time to miss my scheduled trip to see my family. At least I'm not sick in the middle of four classes like I was last quarter.
For the last two days I've been resting, drinking fluids and watching my temperature fluctuate. Pretty boring stuff. What has been interesting, though, is how frustrated and guilty I've been feeling. I don't know if this is a personality flaw or some sort of perverse nursing socialization response, but the overwhelming sense that I should be doing something useful is almost killing me!
I rarely called in sick when I worked (way not cool to leave a unit understaffed, better to wear a mask and still show up), and last quarter when I was sick, I still went to class. (It's only a 10-week quarter, it isn't a good idea to miss any lectures). Now, I don't have anywhere to be, and while I certainly have useful things I could do, I don't really have the energy to do them. But I can't relax. Every minute that I sit here or while I'm trying to take a nap, my brain is rattling off the constructive, important, useful things I could be doing instead. It is amazing how hard it is to relax.
I'm actually having to work at resting. Weird...huh?
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