There was a time when I might take only 2 sick days in a year-- more often than not, I did. Not because I was so healthy, but because I could still push through, even when I wasn't healthy. Pushing through (I told myself) made me strong. Staying home sick as often as I felt sick would be weak. Sick days were for when I was too sick to get out of bed or walk across the room or (my personal gold standard) had a fever of a certain level.
This year, I am working half time, due to my health. I have had to put everything else on hold just to keep working... And yet I find myself taking a sick day again. That makes 8 in the last month and a half... And I only work a 4 day week.
Thing is, my standards didn't change. I just pushed myself through so much that something finally gave out. I can't walk across a small room without feeling sick on my good days now. On the bad days, getting out of bed is a big ask.
I love my job. I've done everything I can to keep working (and that's a topic for another post).
But I'm scared. (It takes a lot to admit that-- I'm not usually on speaking terms with my emotions.)
I don't know how much longer I can keep this up.
#ChronicFatigue #ChronicIllness #exhausted #sickday #MyalgicEncephalomyelitis