So I worked last night even though I began to feel like I was coming down with something. I didn't sleep, and I had work this morning. I called in sick because obviously it would be unsafe for me to drive to and from work, I would be at least something of a risk for my coworkers, and it would be unhealthy for everyone. Even crazier is that if I'm honest with myself, I don't really need the money.
And I feel ridiculously guilty, like there's a voice in the back of my own head telling me that being on that grind is more important than my well-being, that of commuters, etc. Ludicrous, but that's social programming for you.