There is almost nothing I hate more than taking a sick day from work. Any time I’m at the mercy of my body and can’t do the things I’ve committed to doing in my life, I get incredibly frustrated. I hate disappointing people and not doing the things I’m expected to do.
Late Sunday night into early Monday morning, I was up with a terrible stomach bug or food poisoning. I’m not 100% sure which and think it’s quite possible it was food poisoning based on my other symptoms (fever, specifically – I’m thinking Salmonella thanks to a grilled chicken salad on Sunday afternoon).
Regardless, I had every intention of going into work yesterday because my shift didn’t start until 2:30pm. After being awake all night, I was able to sleep off and on most of the morning. When I got up around noon to take a shower, I had some water and ibuprofen for my fever and got sick all over again. After the shower, I was so dizzy I almost passed out.
I had emailed Joe telling him I was going to work and after my dizzy spell I found an email from him.
“Somewhere you’ve written a blog post about doing for yourself which you can edit and update as at least not sacrificing yourself. A sick trainer is no good and one sick day beats three.”
He was right on so many levels. I was in no shape to go to work and it would be in the best interest of my clients for me to not go, especially if it was a stomach bug and not food poisoning (the last thing I want is a stomach bug running rampant in the gym). So I called my boss and then canceled my clients.
For the rest of the day I attempted to hydrate and sleep. Today I’m still weak, but I’m on the mend.
I’ve said it before, but I’ll keep saying it. Listen to your body, rest when you need to. One sick day beats three.
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