Brandon Hess

I just spent the last day and a half crumpled up in a ball, barely able to move, eat or function because something evil snuck it’s way into my food at some point.

I’ve never been that out of commission in my life. And while I’m still recovering, I realized something during my mandatory bed rest.

I need some priorities.

Here’s the deal. Even though on Thursday morning, I began realizing I was becoming increasingly ill, I was so worried about getting the work I had due that day done that I tried to push through it. About around noon that day, I began getting “really sick” (sparing you the obvious details of what really sick means when food poisoning is involved). Instead of going home, I tried desperately to once again, deliver on what I had promised a client earlier that morning.

It wasn’t until 5pm, after being “really sick” 4 times already, that I weakly limped out of the office, barely able to walk straight as I the last time I had ate was that morning which had already been “returned”.

Long story short, I spent the next painful day and a half feeling guilty inbetween episodes of wretching, passing out and fever. Guilty about how I had things due that were now late, guilty I called in sick and fretful about how awful Monday would be now that I’m a day behind.

I’ve deducted that something about that is just not healthy.

I need to take a look inward. It’s sad to me that I spent most of my time inbetween agonizing sickness worrying about things that when measured, are insignificant at best.

I need to disconnect and take inventory. Odd how a batch of Oatmeal from Corner Bakery had to make me realize that.