I just didn’t know how sick.
The next morning I still felt pretty bad. My general rule was always that if I could
work and it was safe for me to get back and forth (it was a long drive) I would
go in – and try not to infect anyone else.
That usually meant that if I had a fever I stayed home. The day after I started feeling sick I was
already bad enough that I called in sick to work.
I tried to work from home and I did get some things done. I don’t think it was much and I don’t really
remember any of it.
But when I got home from the hospital a little more than two
months later I logged on to my work email.
Don’t ask me why because I can’t give you a good explanation, something about
work ethic or possibly my mental state.
Whatever. But it did lead to a
very funny moment.
When I checked my email I saw an exchange between me and
some folks at work. They were looking
for some documents and hoping that I knew where some backups might be. It turned out that I did know, I told them
and things worked out OK.
The funny part to me is that I don’t remember any of this
and I did the whole thing with a 103 fever.
I was barely coherent and no one on the other end knew
it. That struck me as being very funny. I’m sure it says something about me, but I’m
not sure what.
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