I stayed home because my son is sick with the flu. I ended the day with a prescription for Tamiflu because now I’m getting sick and the symptoms are close enough to flu that the online doctor visit prescribed it for me. And I didn’t get my grading done because I was tired all day and everything sucks.

I don’t have a fever (that I know about anyway), and I have started the Tamiflu, so I think I should be okay to go to work tomorrow. I’m not especially excited about it, but I have things I need to teach my students before the end of the week and grading that obviously doesn’t get done when I’m at home. That, and I have no idea what I would have a sub do with them tomorrow. Like, no idea. I have serious lesson plans for them and I don’t even know what to do.

If anyone has any ideas, I’m all ears. I’m responsible for these four classes learning and there are only six days left in the trimester. This is the worst.

So now I’m working myself into a bit of a panic about it by writing about it. That’s not what’s supposed to happen! Writing is supposed to help me work out my thoughts – and it does! But now I’m just getting more anxious about the entire thing!

Ugh. Working at a new school is tough enough, trying to help my students through what is probably their most difficult paper at the end of the tri is tougher, and now I’m sick. Seriously.

Tamiflu. It better work. I need to make it for another 8 days – then I have spring break and I can be sick and lay around as much as my body needs. Come on, immune system and Tamiflu and DayQuil and vitamins. You can do it.

Ugh.