the worst part of being sick is that I still have to do everything

have to feed my beautiful fur monster, have to feed myself, if I run out of something I’m going to have to go to the store with the plague 

I’m tired and I hurt and I hate making food enough when I’m healthy. 

And I’m stressing out about what to do if I still feel like hot garbage tomorrow.  I can’t decide if they’ll think I’m a bigger asshole for leaving them even more understaffed if I stay home again or coming in potentially contagious. 

All of this the week before I’m scheduled to leave midweek and be gone for the entire following week.  :|