I’m still wary of eating much more than soup and crackers, but I’m not as bad as yesterday.  At least it’s just a bit of nausea and fatigue now, rather than cramps and other, less pleasant, symptoms.

But I’ve been thinking about something while I was laying about for the past few days.  Working from home makes it a bit harder to truly get away from work when you’re sick.  I felt a bit guilty about not being at my desk working.  But to be honest, I was pretty miserable.  Still, in between bouts I’d check email or even take a phone call or two. 

I’m not sure where I’m going with this, but maybe I miss the old days a little.  When you were “out sick,” you were truly “out.”  It’s kind of hard to hear the phone when your office is 20 miles away, so you don’t worry about it as compared to how it is when it’s only in another room.