This isn't good.

Today I called in sick to work and went back to bed.

I felt like absolute shit this morning. But I went back to bed and only woke up at 6pm.

Now, of course, I feel all bleurgh and fuzzy of brain, although not in pain any more.

Also, though, I feel guilty.
Work is ludicrously busy right now, and it's all counting down to the end of the week. Now I've missed one day, which means that anybody who needed me to help them with something is out of luck. And, of course, every other day will have that much more work inherent in it.

Why must I get like this? When I take a day off legitimately ill, why can't I accept that yes, it may be bad timing, but there's nothing I can do about it? Why does my brain have to go on and on thinking about it? Why do I feel so much guilt that I physically become hot with the self-loathing?

Eeesh. I'm all exciting today, aren't I? Note to self: Don't post when you're like this.