Being NOT well

It was 3-4 days good work resulting in a very smooth conduct of such an important event, more so in my area, for which I was satisfied. I didn't feel like attending the Get-together called by the "Big Boss" in the evening, i.e. just after couple of hours of completion of the event, and hence I skipped it. I was tired to some extent, no doubt. Besides, I usually refrain from this sort of celebrations or rather stick to silence when I smell 'success'. That's my way of conveying gratitude to God. How I would have explained that to my boss!! So I had to keep mum or rather say that I was tired when he asked me about my absence next day.
I believe when you put in all your effort in something and it gives good result, end of the day you need some time for the result to sync in. May be, I wanted some time to contemplate instead of joining a Get-together. As part of marathon planning for the event, my boss wanted some helping hand, a la NTPC style, for me in the form of representatives from our Corporate office to help handle the local hostile media for such an important event. This despite when the doer (read myself) knew that he could do it with elan. Two years into PR/Corp Comm, if I learned one thing, it is : the best pill for boundary management lies in clamly listening to your constituents rather than being an opinion maker as always. I am happy to have given ample time in listening to my constituents. But then, the credit should also go to my seniors.
As this feeling of not-feeling-well continued further, I had to opt for leave the next day. I took care to inform my team mates resulting in some "unprofessional" queries on the reasons of taking leave. I had some personal obligations to complete. But frequent phone calls on my landphone marred the day. It was sort of a height of irritation that I had to write a personal mail to my reporting officer as well as my boss to relieve myself of this anguish out of this unprofessional mannerism. I wrote a similar personal mail to Yashika before leaving Dun & Bradstreet and it worked. In a PSU, you can't draw a similar expectation. But the message "of being left alone" being conveyed in such a manner was satisfying. Somebody did pat me on my back for this courageous effort, citing it rarely happens in a PSU set-up since people are disgustingly loyal to their bosses to rise in the professional ladder.
I am hurt if people can't call spade a spade. No matter, I am habituated of being hurt for many things. Today, unlike earlier, I get irritated when the act of the other causes even the slightest of the invasion of my privacy. Oh, I believe to have grown up finally!!
As the uneasyness continued further I had to check in the doctor only to end up knowing about the viral fever and packing myself with medicines. I am going to office without fail, but yes, not feeling well. Let me humbly admit that I am not well.
How long I will pursue this practice of not telling myself that I am not well. And that I love to be left alone!!