A Day for Comfortable Clothes

I spent the weekend sleeping, drinking fluids, and occasionally reading or watching tv.

I have the flu.  My students gave it to me, along with their papers.

I did not get much grading done this weekend.  This seems appropriate.

It has not been a "bad" flu, at least in the sense of symptoms.  For the first couple of days my head (including face) and shoulders ached.  I'm sneezing, but it's not much worse than my usual allergies.  Mostly I'm just tired.

It is a bad flu in the sense that I have it at all.  I had my flu shot, after all.  My mother and I are people with robust immune systems, and most illnesses are mild inconveniences at best.

The flip side of that is that when we get sick, we get sick.  The contrast between our usually lively selves and our ailing selves is pretty striking. 

It is tiring walking up stairs.  It is tiring walking down stairs.  It was certainly tiring walking to campus this morning, and tiring discovering that the projector was not working in my classroom.

It was tiring walking to lunch. 

It was tiring have it drizzle on my head.

I must lift my feet high and pound them down normally, because I felt very slow and light-footed today, as I drooped along, expending as little energy as I could while still moving forward.

I'm tired.

I'm going to go home and sleep.

Just as soon as I get up the energy to move.

Tired.

Comments

[Jill Smith]

glah. I feel your pain.

Literally, unfortunately.

[jo(e)]

I hope you are feeling better soon!

[Rana]

Me too. Today I don't feel bad exactly; it's more that I have only a tiny reserve of energy to draw upon. If I walk too far, or too fast, I feel it.

*yawn*

[miguel]

Don't you just love it when your fever-ridden students appear in front of you for a test, stand there snuffling and wiping their bacteria laden hands all over their noses and shirt fronts, then (in my basic English classes at least) reaching out to greet you with their self-introductions, one after the other? One of my students once had a fever of 39 degrees Celcius when he came to class!

Don't have a flu, but the cedar hay fever has hit really hard this year. I think I'm going to die.

[Rana]

Ayup! I was thinking that the department really needed a sort of fumigation box into which student work could be put, prior to handing it in.

My sympathies on the cedar allergies. The combination of the physical pain of it, and knowing that it's caused by an otherwise interesting tree, must be quite unpleasant.