Sunday night I woke up with a NASTY bug. But I got up and went to work anyway. There's something about teaching that makes it seem like you just can't afford to take a sick day unless you've planned well in advance for it. I hate just letting my classes flounder with a sub who has no idea what they're doing, knowing that I left my desk a total mess the day prior (No offense to you subs out there. I've done my time in your job and I know it sucks.) So I went to work with the crawling skin, throat on fire, aching ears, feverish, headachey, my-eyes-are-going-to-explode-out-of-my-head yuckiness and tried to put on the strong face. I made it about 20 minutes into my first hour class and knew it was a stupid thing to try. But I was already there so.... The day turned out to be a total waste on multiple levels. On Friday we had a mercury spill in one of the science labs and due to the clean up all of the freshmen had the day off (the spill happened in a classroom in freshman hall). My two afternoon classes are about 70% freshmen. So I had all of 8 or 9 students show. But by that time I was little more than a puddle of misery in my chair so I did something that I never do. I showed a movie that had nothing whatsoever to do with my curriculum. I hate doing that. But the day was a wash instructionally as I couldn't really introduce the next thing when the majority of the class was gone, not that I was physically up for it anyway. By the 3 o'clock bell I stumbled out to my car and by God's sweet grace made it home in one piece whereby I curled up into a pathetic ball on the couch while the tears just dripped from my eyes. It was the kind of physical pain I get when I get strep so I knew there was no chance I was going in on Tuesday. I was distressed because that was supposed to be my evening to finish my master's class paper so I could turn it in to the revision center before sending it in for my grade. It just wasn't going to happen. I got up early Tuesday morning to get to the doc-in-the-box when they opened. As it turns out, thankfully and surprisingly--knowing my record-- it was not strep but the doc thought it was most likely something viral and there was little I could do but wait it out.
Wednesday I truly did not think I could miss (tho the freshmen were STILL out of school, so really, another semi-wasted day). I could have missed it. But I actually felt a little less creepy. I ended up spending some of the day working on my master's paper while students were working so it was semi-productive afterall. I finished my paper Wednesday night and it's currently being revised so I feel AWESOME about that. But now I've got a ton of congestion and a nasty cough that keeps Adrian up at night. The couch doesn't sleep that well and we don't have a spare bed so unfortunately he's just having to deal. If I can't sleep, he can't sleep. That's marriage, right? He's a good sport.
Tomorrow we've got Halloween plans for the first time in oh... ever. Adrian is planning on being Frankenstein (you should see his costume!) and I'm going as a boring vampire. I think I've been more excited about his costume than mine. I'll post pictures for sure. Hopefully this cough lets up a bit and I can have some fun. Happy Halloween!
yes, that is a pumpkin... homegrown and strange, but a pumpkin.
And in case you're wondering, no, we have no normal pictures of us. We just look like this.
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