Stir Crazy

I am at the going stir-crazy point of my sick leave. My doctor keeps changing what day I can go back to work on me, which is getting really frustrating, since I'm mostly sure I could actually work now. I mean, I wouldn't necessarily be comfortable doing so, but I could and I would feel better being there and doing stuff.

Last Friday I really didn't care. Saturday I didn't care. Sunday I realised just how much had been taken out of me. Monday the coffee I had wasn't the brightest idea but other than that felt mostly fine. Today I feel I have energy, the tea was fine and I'm going crazy. Fortunately, tofulope is taking pity on me and I will catch a bus down shortly and hang out with her.

I'm starting to feel guilty about not being at work. I could work. As last week evidenced, I am perfectly capable of working when I'm not well. Presumably I am also capable of working when I am getting better. It also means that I have to call my boss again and tell him that my doctor doesn't want me going back yet and I'm starting to run out of sick leave.

I might just go to work tomorrow anyway and pick up the medical certificate sometime later. I'm not sure if I actually need a medical cert, but it's better to have one than not have one, just in case.

Not sure about frisbee. It may be sensible of me to miss this game as well.

Gah! I hate being sick!