Well, it IS my blog,,, and I feel like complete and total crap!
I realized Friday during my 3rd block US History class that something was amiss in my throat. Badly amiss. Sorely amiss. Luckily, I had a fist full of peppermints – you know the big ones that are really light – in Christine, my car, (Yes, I name my cars – especially the ones that give me grief. Christine gives me grief, although NOT nearly as much grief as Minion but we won’t go there. That’s a whole ‘nuther wank!) and after retrieving them between third and fourth blocks, I began to munch down on them like they were wafers. (My apologies to Catholics. I’m Baptist. Southern Baptist.) Sadly this did not help and I was grateful that I was not lecturing that day, but that my darlings were doing book work.
I had plans for the weekend – A going home celebration – what The Clan calls ‘a memorial service’ (I like going home celebration better) it meant seeing family members I’ve not seen in a while and that I missed at Thanksgiving due to a – head cold – and by the time I got home Friday, I realized that was NOT going to happen. I doped up and went to bed.
I remained in bed all day yesterday.
Staying in bed all day because one is sick, sucketh royally. My son stayed home with me, cooked lunch and dinner, kept me in ginger ale.(What can I say? I raised an awesome kid!) I brought the laptop to bed with me with the intention to write – specifically to finish my Thorin story – however drugs did me in and as it stands, I now have a sore hip because TRYING to work on the laptop in bed, simply does not work for me. Truly, I can think of better ways to spend the day in bed.
Don’t go there.
Now I should clear up a few things. I am truly a big baby when sick. Worse than a man, actually, except I won’t whine. Please let me die in peace, please. But I also have severe asthma and I can go from feeling fine to walking pneumonia in 36 to 48 hours and then I’m down down down for a minimum of 8 weeks. This happened a year ago in fact – the first of February I came down with the crud from hell was in bed until mid-March. The first school I taught at, I was sick within 6 weeks of my starting date and stayed ill through late April. My pulminologist has demanded I change careers. (I can’t spell either and in this case, spell check has no clue what I”m trying to spell! so y’all just have to guess. My lung specialist!) because apparently coming in contact with all these new germs has my lungs wheezing like car on its last legs.
Which leaves me in the dilemma I’m in. I am truly NOT well. This teaching assignment only goes a few more weeks before the teacher I’m covering for returns from maternity leave. (and because it’s long term and I’m certified to teach the subject, the pay is triple.) We’ve lost 2 and half days due to snow already – we’re making up one day on Monday, so I’ll recoup that loss, yaygomerahrah!) So while I should lay out a day, doubling down on meds, another part of me really can’t afford the lost salary.
In addition, they are projecting snow and ice here starting Monday night, with Wednesday NOT coming above freezing. We should remember well what happened two weeks ago when North Georgia experienced an inch and a half of snow…
meaning there is a good chance school will be canceled Wednesday.
I need the fundage.
On the OTHER hand… I could really dope up and write.
The last time I took hydrocon, my cute little dwarf bunny metamorphosed into a gorgeous, if broody, 6 foot two and a half inch leather clad knight with a rather amazing and outrageous fantasy he thought I needed to write. That has been an amazing ride.
Write… money… write… money…
I’d really like to give this thing BACK to the ankle biter who gave me this in the first place…
Decisions… decisions… decisions…