I'm a Big Sickie

I've had the flu (or a really bad cold, it's hard to tell) for the last four days. My creative output has bottomed out, and I haven't been able to go to work, either. Naturally they want me to bring in 'documentation' to prove I was ill; otherwise, I could get a warning for all the work I've missed!

By happy coincidence I saw one of my doctors this week, and he gave me a note to smooth things over with my bosses. If I hadn't, well... the fact that I have to think about such things is frankly insulting. It's not like I'm wasting company money - I don't get sick days. In fact, because of the work hours I've missed, it's going to be really hard to make ends meet at the end of the month.

Hibernation

I've been hibernating - staying at home, sleeping a lot, not doing very much - for the last few days. Not the most exciting start for my new year, but there it is. I've done a little bit of editing on a few short stories, but I haven't written anything in four days. And that was just one sentence.

I haven't been completely inactive. I cleaned the bathroom yesterday, and Violet and I did the floors. That's something, I suppose.

I go back to work this week. I'm stating the obvious by saying I don't want to go. It's been nice, not being talked down to by teenagers with inflated senses of authority and importance. Still, it will be good to have a reason to get myself out and into the world. I just wish it was for something worthwhile, something that won't make me hate the working world, and myself.

I've got a long way to go to get back to mental health.