The throat started to hurt on Sunday but it wasn’t quite enough to keep me home. More an annoyance.
You should go get it checked.
Nah, it’s fine.
I don’t always listen to J’s wise voice of reason.
So, fast forward 48 hours and the throat is still raw.
We’re blessed with an amazing school nurse (hats off to school nurses everywhere). Her door is thankfully always open, so I decide to stop in.
Still bugging you, eh? Let me take a look.
She throws on some gloves and places her hands on my throat.
Oh, the glands seem pretty swollen. I think you need to get a swab. Stop at Raffles, it’s on the way so you won’t have to leave again once you get home.
I don’t do well with being sick. I generally power through, stick it out, because it’s hard to think others might see me as weak. Or, heaven forbid, less than essential.
My teammate is pretty good at providing a sense of perspective.
She holds her arm out, points her finger to the sky, and rotates it repeatedly
The world. It’s spinning.
I look at her, quizzically.
And it’s gonna keep right on spinning, even if you decide to go take care of yourself.
So I do.
It’s nice to be surrounded by people who are wise.
Now I just need to listen to them more often.