it’s unusual for me to take sick days. even though i may be ailing, it’s customary for me to take one day and then plow through the rest of the work week even though i may not fully be recovered. then i crash on the weekend. this week has been different. i’ve been off work for 2.5 days now (whoa!). in an attempt to go back to work, i attended a 3-hour training, i was literally holding on to my seat as i needed to brace myself feeling dizzy just sitting. i came home, snuggled on my couch with a warm fuzzy blanket, plugged in and did work remotely until dusk. my husband said my illness is the embodiment or personification of my seeming anguish with turning 45. sure.