Not so long ago, I remember a time at work when if I threw up, I immediately went into crises mode and I went home sick. Now being a migraine chick, I’ve found throwing up at work is a commonplace, but still gruesome event. I can get myself to the bathroom and back to my desk, undetected and under the radar, unless someone actually hears me doing the deed in the rest room.
So now, it’s not a matter of throwing up at work, but how many times I yak before I decide to go home sick.
Yesterday, I was so proud of myself. I threw up three times because of migraine and I didn’t home sick. Give a gold star to the Migraine Chick.
Then I thought is this what I've come to. Being proud of something like that. It's actually pretty sad.