Bleargh.
I woke up this morning. Walked downstairs, made some toast, put in my contacts, came upstairs and had to sit on my bed for 5 minutes to catch my breath and let the world stop spinning before I could get dressed.
"It's just cuz I haven't eaten anything," I said, and went to get my toast and drove off to my placement.
A half hour into my observation, and I decided I was useless. Gingerly drove myself home, called my supervisor, emailed my profs to warn them I might not be in class, and went to bed.
I missed class today for the first time this year. I almost cried. I was doing so well, and here I had to get sick and screw it all up. There's just something about the focus and purpose inherent in grad school that makes you realize that every class you go to and participate in will inevitably make you a better teacher, and if you can't go, you're really missing out.
I'm REALLY weak though. I was just downstairs reading a TIME magazine on the couch, and everytime I shifted a little bit, the world spun and my arms and legs ached from the effort. What the hell is going on? I'd guess I was starving myself to death if I hadn't been really careful about eating well the last couple of days.
Well, I'm off to bed again, and here's hoping I'll be well enough for class tomorrow. Or else I really will cry.
"It's just cuz I haven't eaten anything," I said, and went to get my toast and drove off to my placement.
A half hour into my observation, and I decided I was useless. Gingerly drove myself home, called my supervisor, emailed my profs to warn them I might not be in class, and went to bed.
I missed class today for the first time this year. I almost cried. I was doing so well, and here I had to get sick and screw it all up. There's just something about the focus and purpose inherent in grad school that makes you realize that every class you go to and participate in will inevitably make you a better teacher, and if you can't go, you're really missing out.
I'm REALLY weak though. I was just downstairs reading a TIME magazine on the couch, and everytime I shifted a little bit, the world spun and my arms and legs ached from the effort. What the hell is going on? I'd guess I was starving myself to death if I hadn't been really careful about eating well the last couple of days.
Well, I'm off to bed again, and here's hoping I'll be well enough for class tomorrow. Or else I really will cry.