Being Mute

I have lost the ability to speak! This is day two of an unscheduled vacation due to some bug I have managed to pick up from the 110 rugrats that sneeze and cough on me regularly. On the plus side, I woke up this morning with only a very low fever, not the hallucinating kind that I've been experiencing for the past two days.

What I hate the most is missing school. I think this is a particular mindset of teachers. I know that I am replaceable, believeme, I sometimes think a trained monkey could get as much accomplished with the kids I work with as I can. What I hate most is the mess you come back to along with the snide comments from other teachers in the teachers lounge (lounge, right, I tend to call it the complaint department, but it has the best microwave in the building to heat up my lunch) which will go something like this, "Well, did you have a nice vacation?" I'm sorry, actually going to a beach and being warmed by the sun, cooling off in the waves is my idea of a vacation, not sleeping for two days, unable to breathe, smelling like Vicks vapor rub, feeling like my throat is on fire, and running a fever while experiencing the alternating joys of sweating and then having chills. Not my idea of a "vacation".

What finally pushed me over the edge was the faculty hayride. This annual event is always a fun time. I had not felt too chipper for most of last week, but I just kept eating cold medication and kept pushing. I woke up Saturday morning feeling pretty good, and decided to go on to the hayride that night since I had to bring the chili cheese dip. I went and had a good time, but I have a feeling it was just a little too chilly, even by the bonfire and my body decided to put the smack down and go, "That's it, you're going down!" I managed to make it to Mass the next morning, but I can't tell you much about that. Nothing like going to church while being out of your head! Some people would say it makes the whole experience less painful! Upon returning home, I went to bed, where I have been for the past two days. There is my exciting life. I wish a plague on all the rugrats and the makers of Lysol. I guess I got the one germ that missed the 99.9% germs killed! I'm going back to bed, I'm feeling kind of woozy.