I'll get this out of the way first: work continues stressful. Between vacations and training new instructors and having to be there ALL THE FREAKING TIME and man other factors, it's not my happy place right now. Unless I'm instructing. Still love that to bits. Last week was rough, though, since the other morning instructor was away. One of the evening instructors was able to help out, but I still ended up teaching a lot, including four hours' worth on Thursday. That included a two-hour special class with a group of Spanish exchange students. It was fun, for the most part, but a few of them sort of crapped out. The woman organizing the excursion said, "Well, you're a machine and they're not." To which I replied, not even mentioning having taught two classes that morning and fighting some sort of impending illness, "They're fifteen years old. They've got the resilience of youth!" A few of the girls were really into it, though, and were all kinds of adorable so that made it worth it.
Sadly, that impending illness made itself known after my Thursday morning class. Not half an hour after I finished teaching, I was fighting a headache, sore throat, all over body ache and a fever of 101.* Freaked out no little bit because I had to do the double the next morning; there was no one else. Good news: the fever went away overnight. Bad news: it left chest congestion and a cough in its wake. I muddled through morning classes, and by noon had almost no voice. Good news: voice recovered enough for me to stumble my way through Saturday's 8 a.m. Bad news: I've been nigh on voiceless since. The cough has intensified, my throat is mega sore, and today my fever made a return (only 100, but still). This is not on. Seriously. I don't have coverage at work. I need to be exercising myself. I do not have TIME TO BE SICK. Am megadosing on vitamins and drinking ridiculous amounts of water. Suspect it's a bad cold, since what I'm coughing up is not of an alarming hue. Still... this can end now, thank you very much.
In other news, my kitties are mostly adorable. My skin is raging (see above: work stress). My veggie garden is actually yielding produce! Amazing what testing and adjusting the soil will do. I'm still sort of a haphazard gardener, but at least I'm no longer an utter failure. I'll take it.
I had more I wanted to mention, but I'm floaty-headed. I blame the fever. Though I did have a dream the first night I was feverish that I was making pancakes for Appa. He liked them with powdered sugar and raspberries. Having an Appa dream is almost worth the price of being ill.
*I was the same temperature as the weather outside. So weird. Also strange - going into the air-conditioned grocery store to buy soup and crackers and medicine and shivering violently. I might have whimpered.This entry was originally posted at http://saucy-dryad.dreamwidth.org/480531.html. Please comment there using OpenID.
Sadly, that impending illness made itself known after my Thursday morning class. Not half an hour after I finished teaching, I was fighting a headache, sore throat, all over body ache and a fever of 101.* Freaked out no little bit because I had to do the double the next morning; there was no one else. Good news: the fever went away overnight. Bad news: it left chest congestion and a cough in its wake. I muddled through morning classes, and by noon had almost no voice. Good news: voice recovered enough for me to stumble my way through Saturday's 8 a.m. Bad news: I've been nigh on voiceless since. The cough has intensified, my throat is mega sore, and today my fever made a return (only 100, but still). This is not on. Seriously. I don't have coverage at work. I need to be exercising myself. I do not have TIME TO BE SICK. Am megadosing on vitamins and drinking ridiculous amounts of water. Suspect it's a bad cold, since what I'm coughing up is not of an alarming hue. Still... this can end now, thank you very much.
In other news, my kitties are mostly adorable. My skin is raging (see above: work stress). My veggie garden is actually yielding produce! Amazing what testing and adjusting the soil will do. I'm still sort of a haphazard gardener, but at least I'm no longer an utter failure. I'll take it.
I had more I wanted to mention, but I'm floaty-headed. I blame the fever. Though I did have a dream the first night I was feverish that I was making pancakes for Appa. He liked them with powdered sugar and raspberries. Having an Appa dream is almost worth the price of being ill.
*I was the same temperature as the weather outside. So weird. Also strange - going into the air-conditioned grocery store to buy soup and crackers and medicine and shivering violently. I might have whimpered.This entry was originally posted at http://saucy-dryad.dreamwidth.org/480531.html. Please comment there using OpenID.