So this weekend I slept at least 10 hours every night and ended up napping for an hour or two each day. Add to that the fact that I had a fever for about an hour and a half on Sunday and I was convinced that I had THE SWIMES!
Now, THE SWIMES doesn’t mean swine flu. Seriously, I mean it. I just kind of… Okay so my nephew. He’s four and a half, almost five. They got their H1N1 shots last week. Later on when I was talking to him, he said “I got a needle so that I don’t get some swimes! Swimes are bad ones for you.” so I have appropriated “SWIMES” to mean anything that is a bad one for me.
And whatever it is I have right now is a bad one for me.
All day today my head kept getting more and more… echo-y? You know how it is when you’re not dizzy, but it feels like your head is wrapped in cotton wool and you’re about 10 miles away from anyone else? That. Trying to make it through the Remembrance Day assembly (I cried, like every other year – and that video makes no sense to me, since stores are closed on Remembrance Day. I actually cried when we saw this video), and stand through O Canada and In Flanders Fields. I felt horrible the entire time – and guilty, because I wasn’t able to give my full attention.
Then trying to do a review with my 9th graders, stumbling over my words. Having my 8th graders research different aspects of medieval life (food, clothing, games, houses) and finding one guy having decided instead to read an article about Call of War Duty Hero Craft or some such video game, and a girl googling how to lose belly fat fast (because apparently my lessons are so very insipirational that they inspire a thirst for knowledge!).
So that is that for that. I am home now, Rob is spoiling me, and I am enjoying intermittent puppy snuggles. And tomorrow’s gonna be another day.
Kids come up with the best words! My favorite is “frockadile”.
I hope you feel better soon.
Oh that sucks! I hope you feel better soon. Rest, rest, rest.