I am into my second week of the flu and on my 3rd day of medical leave over these past 2 weeks.
For some inexplicable reason, I am sitting here in bed – feeling extremely guilty about missing work and sensing some animosity from my boss about it. Of course, “missing work” is used loosely here because I still have a ton of work to finish up and I still being contacted by people from office.
Being sick is no longer considered sacred.
I have been coughing, increasingly so, over the past 2 weeks – and everyone has noticed, including him. Yet, I have not once received a “Have you seen the doctor” or “You need to rest”. In fact, he still insists on my presence at presentations regardless of me delivering one cough per sentence.
In this time of H1N1, I must appear completely socially irresponsible to be out in public, coughing incessantly. Not to mention, another 2 to 3 people have now started coughing in the office.
When my doctor told me he was putting on me medical leave, I said, “ok, at least I can work from home”. He actually responded with, “that’s not what medical leave is for. You are supposed to rest”. Yeah right. This is not a comfortable situation for me, especially since I fall sick at the drop of a hat. If someone sneezes in Tampines, I get a sore throat.
So, here I sit, 11am on Thursday, groggy from Dhasedyl with a pile of designing to do. What about that “rest” now?