Rise again in Stuff

I’ve called in sick for my first shift back at work for the week tomorrow. I figure I need another day. Maybe two. Hopefully not two. Good news today is that I think the meds are doing something because going to the bathroom was less frequent. I could actually separate my number one’s from my number two’s, so to speak. I felt like I was living in there yesterday. Bad news is it’s still hanging around. One’s are separate but two’s are still one’s.

The boss at work asked this morning if anyone could work via the Facebook group chat and I replied that unfortunately I was sick. I was the only one who replied and he just said, ‘Thanks for getting back to me’, so after I realized I still wasn’t better tonight, I texted my manager and then wrote on the page that I won’t be in in the morning and boss just said, ‘no worries’, so that’s good. I always feel bad calling in sick, as I never do unless I’m like dying. I don’t think I’m dying but I did yesterday and I feel like I need another day to be like Jesus and rise again.