I might die. My joints ache, my nose is stuffed. My head is pounding and surprisingly meeting any new rhythm it hears. I have the chills and then I am too hot.
I hate getting the flu. The germs of children is by far the worst part of being a teacher. We don’t even have to strength to argue to anyone, even if there were people willing to listen. Tomorrow is supposed to be a special day and I was planning to dedicate my SOL to my adventures….now I feel the only adventure I will have is how to get around my house.
I guess it was a good thing my trip to Italy was cancelled.