Being Sick Sucks!!!

Oh my goodness gracious, I am SO embarrassed about what happened today. Sunday morning I woke up with a sore throat and knew I was going to be sick. Monday I took Excedrin and was fine through out the day, but started getting way tired my time the day ended. The terrible part about the school day ending was that I had to go to a new teacher meeting that was two hours long. Toward the end of the day I had started getting the chills and was absolutely freezing in my classroom. The meeting was not any better. Oh, it was such a waste of time. The things they were sharing, I didn't agree with, and I was miserable. I went home, and just laid in bed. I called Mom and she told me to go get medicine and to call the principal to see if I could get a sub. I finally agreed to go get medicine, but was NOT going to call for a sub.

I woke up this morning and felt okay. I was moving slowly as I got ready, but I felt just like I had on Monday, and I survived Monday. I got to school early because I had a bunch of things to prep. I went to the work room and made some copies, and stayed in the work room to cut up cards for the kids to use in math today. Toward the end of cutting the cards out I started to get really hot, so I took off my jacket and finished cutting. Then I headed back to my classroom, and on the walk back I started to not walk exactly straight and my vision started going blurry. I saw that Stacey was in her classroom, so after I got back inside the building, I headed toward her classroom to let her know that I was feeling dizzy and probably shouldn't stay at school, so what is it that I needed to do? Well, I didn't make it that far. The next thing I know, I'm laying down wondering if I'm sleeping and the whole morning had been a dream. No, I told myself that I distinctly remember getting up and making all those copies, so what's going on. I open my eyes, and I'm laying in the hallway, with all of the cards scattered on the floor. I was so mortified that I had blacked out at school.

I left the papers in the hall and walked into my room, knelt on the floor, and put my head on a student's desk. The next thing I know, I look up and Katrina is right next to me and asks me, "Do you know what just happen?" I told her that I fainted in the hallway, came in and put my head on the desk, and then, no, I have no idea what happened. She told me that I had been shaking pretty badly, I'm not sure what that means, but I was so embarrassed that she had witness me convulsing or whatever happened. She called our vice principal and told her that I was at school, but that I was really sick and needed to go home. They tried to find a sub who could come as soon as possible, but I had to start my class off in the morning.

Teaching my class went fine. Once they showed up, I was feeling better. It took me quite some time to write up the sub plans and prep things before I could leave, but it didn't help that once the sub showed up, she didn't take over so that I could speed up the process, nope, she hung back and had me continue to teach the class. Oh, I did not want to leave my kids. For one things, I always think it's best if I'm there in my classroom, but for the second thing, I did not feel very confident about that lady. I'm sure she did just fine, but I much rather would have been there.

I came home and napped, and rested, and I'm feeling better (except that spot where I hit my head on the tile is sore, and so is my hip and elbow, I must have done a three point fall, hip, elbow, head). My body is regulating it's own temperature, I've mostly dealt with a headache and sore throat today, so I'm ready to get back to school tomorrow. I'll be cautious though. If I start getting fuzzy vision or feeling dizzy, I'm gonna sit down right away. Plus I'm going to pack myself snacks and medicine and fluids to take to school with me. And I'm going to go to bed early and I'm not going to school until 7:00 at the earliest, none of this 6:30 stuff that I've been doing the last couple days.

Man, I had the goal to be in my classroom every day this year (except when meetings call me out), and I already failed. Dang shoot.

But seriously, all day, I've started giggling because I honestly cannot believe that I passed out at school. And that I had to be sent home. It's absolutely ridiculous.