January 23rd, 2008 at 10:40 pm (Daily Life)
Today I woke up, horribly sick. I stumbled around the house, coughing up a lung, trying to put some clothes on for work. It was one of those mornings where you know you should probably stay home, but you refuse to for whatever reason (usually pressing work and the whole guilt thing over missing it).
So I finally get to the car and am sitting there crying because things just couldn’t be crappier. Suddenly, my phone starts to ring . . . its Curtis. I answer and in a matter of minutes, I’m calm and becoming increasingly rational. Curtis explains how I don’t need to go get everybody sick and I wouldn’t be productive anyway. He convinces me to take some medicine, lay down for a few hours and if I feel better around lunch, go in.
Hes right of course. I was a wreck and would have just made everyone around me miserable. Hes half away around the world and yet is still able to be there for me in my most dire moments.