I heard a bird singing this morning! Some of you from warmer climes may not know how special that is to a person who has endured month after month of mornings in the icy grip of silence.
At the meeting yesterday that I dragged myself out of bed to go to... I was waiting in the conference room for people to start showing up. I had my head in my hands - a migraine pose - thinking I was alone. I looked up and saw our very handsome director of psychology. I tried to quickly cover by saying "Hi! How are you?" He, being a seasoned clinician, said "better than you." I told him I had a migraine and I would have taken a sick day if not for that meeting. He said something so out of character for him - "I would have killed you if here weren't here." It was so painful to schedule that meeting and he was basically forced (by me) to be there. Thank God I was there. And thank God I could leave after it was over.
And the migraine persists. I am not going to work today either. I hate calling in sick. I did it far too many times in my drinking days. I still feel guilty about it. I second-guess whether I am really sick enough to stay home.
It is the first time I have called my new boss to tell him I am sick and not coming to work.
The bright side is: I am sober, I am not hungover. I have not been hungover for a very long time. I have not taken sick leave for anything other than natural sickness for a very very long time. I have plenty of paid sick leave accrued. I have a good book to read. The sun is going to be shining today, so it will shine on my bed as I sleep which will be heavenly. And I heard a bird sing this morning!