#I’m pretty sure the sentiment of ‘there are turnips to be harvested for the winter and you’re not actively running a deadly fever’

[luminarai]

growing up with a school teacher mom who in turn was raised by my grew-up-during-the-war-with-6-younger-siblings German nanny grandma and an nth generation Nordic-Lutheran-meets-law-of-Jante farmer dad means that taking a sick day where I’m Sick But Not Actively Dying is the singular most guilt inducing thing I’m capable of doing