I am the opposite. I go to work when I should really be in bed. I guzzle Dayquil by the bottle and suck it up. I make twice what DW does and being the major breadwinner, I can't afford to stay home. The only pampering I encourage is when I am sick, she will offer to make spicy mexican soup and I will accept. It will make me sweat like a politician on election day but it will burn out whatever it is. The next morning, I may smell like death warmed over, but I will at least feel good enough to die. The last time I was sick, I didn't rest. We had a day at work when they were going to set the A/C's on the roof with a helicopter. OSHA and safety rules require that we can't be in the building when they do that. So, the option was to work half a day or take the day off. I took the day off but I traded in my truck and bought my new car. And let me tell you, it is work cleaning 12 years of stuff out of a truck, in a hurry. I had to go home, clean out my truck, then drive back up and make the exchange. The following day, they got me a lower interest rate, down to 10.4 %, and I drove back up there to re-sign all the papers (it was worth it.) The only time I have had to stay home is when I have had an intestinal bout that wouldn't stop. The only thing I can do is go home, drink half a bottle of Pepto Bismol and rest until it takes effect.
Otherwise, I'm out there slammin' and jammin'.
But then, maybe I'm weird.
The way you treat your dog in this life determines your place in heaven. - chukchi proverb
