It's interesting when you start the week making the worst possible decision.
Lynne was driving me home after thirteen hours of helping Ed and Karen Gault move. This included loading most of the heaviest material in and/or out of the van and driving a UHaul to their new home twice Ed had no license and Karen and Lynne were still packing throughout the day.
It wasn't even nighttime when I started toying with the idea of calling in sick. I thought long and hard until I realized that I had been gone from work since Tuesday, training new imagers in Weiles Barre, PA. I completely forgot what my schedule for the week ahead was like. Did I have a research patient on Monday? A special phone conference? I had no clue. Even if I was careless enough to cancel the patient, I couldn't tell a co-worker who or when, and they didn't have the means to figure it out.
My mind was made up. Calling in was a bad idea. I would go in on Monday.
Monday was the first time I ever regretted stopping myself from making a bad decision.
The real low point was my boss looking at me and saying I looked like I'd been out on a binge the night before.
Twice.
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