My first mental health day

I have ALWAYS hated taking days off when I’m sick. I have asthma, so growing up I got bronchitis 8 times every winter and there was nothing I could do but head straight to the doctor for another set of antibiotics. Don’t get me wrong, I was a really healthy kid, played tons of soccer, ate healthy, and perhaps didn’t wash my hands as much as I should have, but what kid does right? Anyways, I almost never missed a day of school with all the sickness. Even when I split my lip open in grade 10 and was in the emergency room until almost 2 in the morning, I was still back at school the next day (with an distinctly larger lip, but that’s unimportant). This is not to say that I’ve NEVER taken a sick day, but very few.

Yesterday however, I took a sick day. I didn’t have anything physically wrong with me, just an upset stomach, but I just needed a day off so I decided to stay home. At first I was wracked with guilt, but then I took a nap, and woke up feeling decidedly happy about my decision. I even called the Significant Other to confess and he though it was a great idea. So I spent my day yesterday, not doing ridiculous mind numbing analysis, but instead drinking gingerale and eating crackers while on the couch watching my boxed set of SATC (anyone else excited for the next movie?!)

Best decision I’ve made in 2010. Can’t say I’ll be doing it often, but I certainly did appreciate it.