OK, so I'm not a horse and two days can hardly be considered a layoff, but I know that tonight is going to be a challenge. You wouldn't think two days makes that big a difference, but it does. By the time ten o'clock rolls around, I'm going to feel like a wet dishrag with little pieces of food stuck in it. New shoes not withstanding.
On the other hand, after two days off, I miss work. I get a charge out of helping people even if I always feel like I'm not doing enough. Every once in a while, one of the nurses will tell me that a resident has said something nice about me and it makes me feel like I'm doing something right.