Ever since my experience with the Norovirus (or as Ross likes to call it, “The Winter Vomiting Disease”) I have become incredibly stupid. Often when I walk into a room I forget why I am there. I love Wikipedia and often go there with excitement, but by the time the page loads, I don’t remember what I want to look up. It’s starting to take a long time for me to come up with words when I’m talking. No one else has seemed to notice. Maybe my brain worked at super speed before and the Norovirus has simply put me down at everyone else’s level. Or it might be that I no longer need to know anything beyond the required intelligence of a 10 year old.
Ok, it’s actually only 4 work days that I’ve missed, but I haven’t *been* to work since last Friday. When I go back on Monday, it will be 9 days that I haven’t worked. I’m not very good at this, to be honest. I feel like I’m misbehaving or something and that it is totally reasonable for me to go to work and just drag trashcan behind me in case I start puking.
Janie, my mentor teacher, called me today to let me know that the kids are doing really well. She could be lying so I won’t worry about them, and God bless her if she is. She knows if she even hinted about them acting up I would be over there in all of my feverish glory to wield my trembling sword of authority.
Well, I thought the sickness on Monday morning was just a quick, little, passing thing. Not so much. I felt great Monday afternoon, even great enough to go to Capital Ale House with James and Jennifer. Turned out to be a bad idea. At about 9:00 that night the vomitting and other things started and didn’t stop until I got some anti-nausea medicine at Patient First at 8:30 the next morning. At least I didn’t need an IV this time.
So, it looks like I’ll be out of work this whole week. When I had this thing last year I kept thinking I’d be ok to go in, but now I know not to push it and just use the sick days-that’s what they’re for, right? And considering feeding the dogs exhausts me enough to warrant a 2 hour nap, I think I made the right decision.
My co-worker’s have been awesome. I’m very nervous though because this is one of the last weeks I had to get my kids ready for the writing test. Oh well, I’ll just have to hammer it in over the next week and a half and pray a whole lot.
I hope this made sense. Typing has proved to be very difficult, just like touching my nose with my index finger and walking in a straight line.
Apparently I caught a little something from dear Remus while I babysat him on Saturday night. I had all 45 minutes of direct contact with him, but I guess that was enough to pass along some variation of his funk. I was akwakened by a cramping stomach and wicked nausea this morning. Once my body was vertical for more than 5 minutes, the toilet and I became good friends for awhile. Needless to say, I didn’t make it into work and I’m sure that all of my colleagues think I’m playing hooky on what would have been a day of staff development. Trust me, I would much rather be developed than vomit anyday.
Luckily, I’m feeling much better already. My fever seems to be gone and I can think about food without wanting to die. Thank the Lord for quickly passing near death experiences.
