Day Three of My Captivity

That's right.  I've been locked away for the past three days.  Quarantined to the bedroom, hardly getting out of bed, all thanks to the FLU.  Ahh.  I got the flu.  If ever there was an initiation into the first year of teaching, the flu must be it.  I even took all the preventative steps to avoid this mishap.  I got my flu shot months ago.  Wash my hands all the time.  Stay away from the coughing kids.  Clorox wipe everything.  But I could not escape it.  Teachers at school were dropping like flies with the flu this week, so when I started to feel like crap on Thursday, I was fearful.  But I obsessively took my temperature all day and never had so much as a tenth of a degree over a glowing 98.6 degrees.  So I figured it was a cold or allergies, which I pretty much have everyday anyways.  But as more and more people went home sick each day, I scheduled a quick appointment at the doctor Friday morning.  The results: The Flu.  So I was banished away from school and told to rest up and take some Tamiflu over the weekend.  Sounds easy enough, right?

Wrong.  I actually felt 95% fine, even as the doc looked me in the eyes and told me it was the flu.  I had the aches and pains for 24 hours the day before, but by then, I was feeling a-ok.  So I figured it would be a nice long weekend at home.  I filled my prescription and went home to bed, ready to watch the entire contents of my DVR.  Well, turns out, those Tamiflu pills that everyone is scrambling around trying to find, well they actually make me THROW UP LIKE CRAZY.  So all day Saturday, I actually did feel lousy.  I thought maybe it really was the flu, showing it's face a day later, but everything on the news and on the official Department of Health websites swear that you don't throw up with the flu.  So I checked the paperwork in the Tamiflu box and there it was.  The one and only side effect: nauseous and vomiting.  Well, call me crazy, but this stuff is supposed to make me feel better, not worse.  So I quit taking it.  And now I'm back to being 95%.  And if anyone wants to buy some Tamiflu on the black market, I am your girl.

Grumble, grumble, grumble.

This has been a loooooong week.  Out of control long.  Mark had his knee surgery on Wednesday (one week ago), I was up at work until 7:30 that night, and then the next two days were Grandparents' Day at school, which is just a generally stressful time for me, even when I'm not coordinating and running the entire event by myself (long story).  Friday night I packed up for a road trip to Shreveport with two of my best girls to see our friend Morgan.  Mark's mom stayed with him for the weekend, so I was able to still go on this girls trip that had been planned for months, while only feeling slightly guilty.  We had a great time in Louisiana, but I couldn't help but think of everything that was waiting for me to do at home.  Plus, I did feel guilty that Mark was holed up in bed while I was off seeing painting the town red in LA.

Work has been incredibly weird/drama filled/stressful for the past couple weeks.  I am just so tired.  All the time.  Rant, rant, rant.  Mark's not sleeping well since he's in pain, so thus I am not sleeping well either.  I just need to get through the next two weeks.  My grad school classes are wrapping up, I'm finishing up some papers, I'm almost done with my observation hours for the semester, and each day Mark is getting a little more mobile.  There is a light at the end of the tunnel.  I can juuuuuust see it.