For 4 days in a row, I’ve put myself into my bed or sofa. For 4 days, I’ve coughed, wheezed, cummulating tissues in the bin, taking medications from the pharmacy (I’m my own doctor, unless I get something I’ve never had before). For 4 days, I couldn’t be productive at all.
When you’re on your own, every single day, every hour, is particularly important. If you lose 1 hour in production time, you lose a lot. In my case, 4 days. That’s 64 hours of working time. I work and play 16 hours a day. The rest of the day, it’s allocated for sleeping, eating, taking a bath & answering to the calls of mother nature. But losing 64 hours, unable to focus, really puts me into deep shit. I blame my lungs for this. Is there a replaceable, mechanic lungs, out there, somewhere? On eBay perhaps?
But I just love it when the kids are at home. They just make my sick days feel more, SICK. You can’t really entertain these kids when you’re lying on your bed, snorting on your towel. But being able to laugh, smile, scream, scold and everything else that has to do with the kids, just make my week better.