Two weeks ago I was felled by the flu, from which I'm still recovering. In the ordinary course of events, this would have been of little consequence. For me it was cataclysmic. I don't get sick. Last year I had 1 sick day, the year before 1.5 days. When everyone around me is hacking/sneezing/wheezing, I bite my little silver bullet, take my vitamins, eat chicken soup and carry on. Not this time. I was down for the count with a fever that went up and down like a roller coaster sending my poor brain into crazy loops, a throat so sore it hurt to swallow, a headache that felt like someone had taken a cleaver to the back of my head, and a cough that wouldn't quit. Misery.
After 10 bedridden days, and still no recovery, I was faced with a Monday and work to be done in the last week of the month. It was more than I could bear thinking about. I was too sick to work. And too sick to care about working any longer. Retirement. What was I waiting for?
I tendered my resignation, gathered my personal property, came home and went back to bed.
I may never know how much is really enough. I do know I have enough coming in each month to cover my expenses and add to my savings. What more do I really need???
Right now I'll settle for more cough drops and another box of Kleenex.
Penny Pincher
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