I spent most of Monday (the day I tracked!) steadfastly trying to ignore the fact that I was getting sick. I drank something like 4 liters of water, more tea than you can imagine, chowed down on Zicam lozenges and Emergen-C packets and tried to harness the power of positive thinking. None of it worked. I woke up Tuesday with an incredibly painful sore throat and the sure knowledge that I caught — you guessed it — the common cold.
I get a cold like this at least once a year. I’m a high school teacher, and children are filthy. It’s really no big deal. Most of the time I just sort of suffer through it for the week or so it takes to pan out. Like all of us do when we get this crappy, not-sick-enough-to-stay-home cold.
But this time, it’s just worse. I feel stupid for saying that, but it’s true: I can’t remember the last cold that hurt this much. My throat is so painful and tight that I feel like I can’t really talk (actually, I straight-up can’t talk) or even breathe. I can barely eat or drink. My ears hurt and my nose and eyes hurt. After attempting to teach a class without talking, I finally gave up and went to the doctor who swobbed for flu and strep (neg to both) and dismissed the idea of a sinus infection. Just a cold.
I feel like a huge baby, but this “just a cold” is doing me in.
Of course, this couldn’t come at a worse time. It’s the end of the semester, so every class I teach counts toward something important: a big presentation or working on important semester-end projects or finishing up a text. Nothing that a sub can really do. Plus, I’m helping direct the fall play, which runs at my school this week. I’ve been at work every day until 7:30 preparing for the show for weeks now. (I guess, no wonder I’m sick?) Tonight is opening night.
This cold is on top of a whole host of weird health issues that I won’t get into right now. I haven’t felt “normal” since… well, last winter, when I was eating and exercising normally. Hmm. Connection?
I meant to track yesterday, and even started to do so, but I quickly fell apart right around lunch. I’m sorry.
I’m just eager for things to get back to normal. Or normal-ish.