*Gets assaulted by the russian roulette wheel of sickness*
So, three out of my five student helpers got taken down by illnesses. Optimus and Bluestreak are both out with Strep throat, and Scavenger the poor girl has type A swine flu. (Yes, I nickname my student helpers after Transformers, they find it amusing and have learned to deal with it after four+ years of me doing so at this school. Even if 90% of my helpers are female. (Though this year I got a boy, and I love him so much I make the grabby strangling hand motions at him behind his head daily.)
But that's not the reason for this post, well kinda sorta because well, I've been feeling off a bit over the weekend and thus am going in tomorrow to the doctor to find out what it is. (With the four main choices being common flu, walking pneumonia, strep, or swine flu. The former two because I always get one of them this time of year. Starscream (My delightful male helper who I'll probably kill at the end of the year out of frustrated love.) is dead set on being able to go all smug superior looking at me when I'm not contagious and icky anymore, and thus allowed back to work, by being right in that I got sick from one of the three helpers who are out.
So yeah...fear, because I'm one of those fun types who get all drugged out and start believing my toys are talking to me. So my writing may take a nose dive into weird, like it did last night when I began the medication regiment to keep the hacking at bay.
But that's not the reason for this post, well kinda sorta because well, I've been feeling off a bit over the weekend and thus am going in tomorrow to the doctor to find out what it is. (With the four main choices being common flu, walking pneumonia, strep, or swine flu. The former two because I always get one of them this time of year. Starscream (My delightful male helper who I'll probably kill at the end of the year out of frustrated love.) is dead set on being able to go all smug superior looking at me when I'm not contagious and icky anymore, and thus allowed back to work, by being right in that I got sick from one of the three helpers who are out.
So yeah...fear, because I'm one of those fun types who get all drugged out and start believing my toys are talking to me. So my writing may take a nose dive into weird, like it did last night when I began the medication regiment to keep the hacking at bay.