Ugh. I’ve been off work for a few days, sick with a fever. I think I must have brushed up against the flu, because I haven’t really come out with a full-on cold or bug, but my body has been fighting and fighting something. I made it back to work today, feeling especially woeful because I’m just too tired to even think about walking. So sad.
I took the bus and realized how much more I like walking. No snarky remarks from other people, no overheating, no being jammed up against the guy that goes to work drunk every morning (this has not changed, I discovered). No fumbling for transfers or tickets or standing and shivering at the stop. I’ll probably have to take the bus for the rest of the week, and I will be very glad to go back to the walk.
Anyhow. I made it through the day; there’s a lot of time sensitive work to be done this week and the next.
I also got my surgery date today, and the doctor’s secretary emailed me the sick note and the instruction sheet. This is a thing now, apparently: you can get the note you need for work sent to you by email, no problem. I’m quite impressed, to be honest. Less so by the fact that I need to bring a bathrobe with me to the hospital, but that’s okay.