Wednesday, May 26, 2010
I've taught next door to the same teacher for about 23 years now - and we've been friends for that long. We've gone on summer education trips together, shared rooms, shared clothes, she was my matron of honor, I was at her second wedding, we're just there for each other.
She took one look at me today, after my first two classes, and told me to go home. That she'd come get my last class of the day, set them up in the back of her room with a movie, and continue teaching her class. That I didn't look like my normal healthy and perky self, that I looked like I was still sick, and that I need to get back to bed.
I wasn't planning to take her up on it. But I've just eaten half my breakfast (it's almost 11 AM), and it isn't sitting well. I still have whatever made me feel ill on Monday and yesterday. I'm not over it.
So I think I'll give her a call, and slip away. And go take a shower and go back to bed. Because I really am starting to feel crummy.
Bleah. And I wanted to work on the mural today!!!!!!!