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kellinatorI don't feel well.
I wish I could just come out and say, "I'm sick." Then I would be perfectly justified in taking a day off and pulling the covers up over my head. But I'm not sick. Not really. I just feel kind of achey and overheated and things that could be illness, but which are probably just Monday malaise and which certainly wouldn't have persuaded my mother to let me stay home from school.
Why do we (or least I) feel like we have to have a temperature of 100 before it's okay to admit that we need some time to take care of ourselves?
I wish I could just come out and say, "I'm sick." Then I would be perfectly justified in taking a day off and pulling the covers up over my head. But I'm not sick. Not really. I just feel kind of achey and overheated and things that could be illness, but which are probably just Monday malaise and which certainly wouldn't have persuaded my mother to let me stay home from school.
Why do we (or least I) feel like we have to have a temperature of 100 before it's okay to admit that we need some time to take care of ourselves?
