I’ve complained of feeling tired before on here, probably to the point that any potential regular readers are like, yeah, get over it. But this time, I’m really sick. Like OH MY GOD WHAT EVEN IS THIS sick. Like laying in bed wishing I could just be knocked unconscious for the duration of whatever demon virus has taken up residency in my core sick.

I got the Tamiflu and I’m taking it. If it’s helping, I can’t imagine what it would be like if I wasn’t taking it, because my ears feel like they are going implode into my brain and my eyes are so watery it looks like I’m crying even though I’m not. Even when I’m sleeping. My dog thinks it’s the greatest thing ever to sneak up the bed when I’m sleeping and lick my eyes. Ugh. I appreciate that he snuggles up with me when I’m sick because I’m lonely being banished to the bedroom and not having much contact with my family for fear that the virus-that-shall-not-be-named get passed on to the two people in this household who haven’t been sick yet.

I feel kind of bad that I went to school today. I didn’t want to, but it’s the end of the trimester and I needed to do some things with the classes in order to set them up for success. I did try to limit my exposure to the other people and washed my hands as much as I could. I encouraged hand sanitizer. I sat away from everyone during lunchtime, which was really hard, because I love talking to my department friends and I don’t get to really talk with them all that much.

I made the choice not to go in tomorrow. It’s the right choice. I have some teacher guilt, but I don’t even have that much teacher guilt because I’m too tired and sick to have much of anything aside from groaning, sneezing, and sighing. I hope that three days of rest will be enough to get me prepared for the final week of the trimester.

I almost didn’t write tonight. I only did because I woke up sick to my stomach and got up to get a drink, which woke me up enough to follow through. I’m not even wearing my glasses and none of the lights are on, so hopefully there are not too many typos. Every sentence or so I am leaning in, but it’s hard to even see through my glossy eyeballs. Blargh.

Being sick is gross. I hope this is the last time ever and no one ever gets sick again.