ugh!

I've said it many times before - I love my job. There's nothing better than seeing that light bulb click on during a day's lesson. Nothing better than watching one of my students work and work and finally "get" it. I love my job.

But it does have hazards. As much as I enjoy being around my kiddos, I must say that a classroom is like a petri dish - a steamy, gross germ-garden.

I keep my classroom cool, chilly cold, I keep it downright COLD. And this helps to stem the tide of icky-sicky germs.

But this week I've been stressed and busy and stressed. And those damn germs found a way around my germ shield.

Wednesday, I was having some pointy-pinchy spasms in my back that worked their way all around to the front. My friend Robin pointed out that it was probably just a gas bubble, and I didn't worry. Then Thursday those spasms really cranked up. My back was killing me. It hurt to stand, but I couldn't sit at all. I skipped out on after school tutoring (thank you Robin for filling in) so that I could get home and take a muscle relaxer.

Lovey came home to find me piled up in the bed with the puppies as company. Later that night the dreaded puke-fest started. Friday morning, when he got up to go feed his chickens and ask what I needed, I sent him to his momma's to get me some meds. And Friday was pretty much a blur. I slept all day long.

Today, I'm out of bed but still feeling pretty yucky. My weekend plans are no longer. I think it may be another day of sleeping for me.

Teachers deserve hazard pay when viruses are going around.