Day fifty

I just got holt from work a few minutes ago. They offered two hours of overtime but I didn't feel like I could do it physically. If I were feeling 100 percent, then maybe. Not today, though.

Time to backtrack a little bit. After being out sick for two days, I finally felt well enough that I felt I could go back to work. When I got there, I had to get a form from H.R. saying why I was out and for how long. I was worried because I didn't have a doctor's note and they want you to have one, but my manager didn't even mention it. That was definitely an answer to prayer.

Today, I prayed (both before and during work) that God would sustain me physically through the workday. He did, thankfully, but there were some hiccups along the way. First, I was sweating bullets from the moment I walked into the warehouse. I just rode my bike a mile and a half, the shop was warm, and I think I was running a low-grade fever. At one point, one of the managers had me stop for an extra break because I was getting dizzy. In the spot where I work, I tend to move around quickly, and I'm constantly turning. This can be mildly disorienting in the best of circumstances. I needed that break and I definitely appreciate getting it.

Another thing I noticed was how much slower I was working. I didn't want to tax myself physically, so I tried to take it easy. I was dragging physically by the end of the day. Getting home was even slower going. On top of my fatigue, I was riding into a steady wind from the north that was holding me back like a pair of stuck brakes. I had to walk about a third of the way home.

I want to wrap this up because I feel it's starting to take on a tone of complaint. Honestly, my day went as well as it could have under the circumstances. God answered my prayers for physical strength, and I am back to work without any problems. Time to take a shower and go to bed.