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Mnrgh, home sick for the third day in a row.
I almost never get sick, and when I do it just has to be the most important week of the term. >_< I was meant to be teaching two classes this week - my first CARE class with the Peer Support kids and my first Sports Coaching class at Hawker Primary. I can't say I'm too worried about the CARE class, I looked after them on the first day and I see them first thing every morning so they know who I am, but I really needed to go to the first Sports Coaching class 'cause this is the introduction and such.
Catch-up work on Monday, ew.
I have, however, caught up on my reading and got some sleep and taken notes for my Indonesian assignment.
I had the weirdest night's sleep last night. I lay there for ages, unable to sleep, which is rare for me these days, I'm not nearly as insomniacal(?) as I used to be. I suspect it might've been caffeine (I think I had a chocolate soy milk before bed, but I don't remember...) but for whatever reason, I couldn't sleep. I had some weeeeird dreams too, but I can't remember them now. :| I woke up several times with a headache, then woke up in the morning still feeling as though someone had stabbed a rusty chopstick through my skull.
Dad made me take some Panadol, which I hate doing. Taking medicine when I'm not dying feels like the first step to addiction to me - "If I need pills to feel healthy how long will it be before I need pills to feel happy?" I know it's not true, but it scares me. :/
However! Dad got a job (fixing computers), and it's Friday. That's good enough for me.
I almost never get sick, and when I do it just has to be the most important week of the term. >_< I was meant to be teaching two classes this week - my first CARE class with the Peer Support kids and my first Sports Coaching class at Hawker Primary. I can't say I'm too worried about the CARE class, I looked after them on the first day and I see them first thing every morning so they know who I am, but I really needed to go to the first Sports Coaching class 'cause this is the introduction and such.
Catch-up work on Monday, ew.
I have, however, caught up on my reading and got some sleep and taken notes for my Indonesian assignment.
I had the weirdest night's sleep last night. I lay there for ages, unable to sleep, which is rare for me these days, I'm not nearly as insomniacal(?) as I used to be. I suspect it might've been caffeine (I think I had a chocolate soy milk before bed, but I don't remember...) but for whatever reason, I couldn't sleep. I had some weeeeird dreams too, but I can't remember them now. :| I woke up several times with a headache, then woke up in the morning still feeling as though someone had stabbed a rusty chopstick through my skull.
Dad made me take some Panadol, which I hate doing. Taking medicine when I'm not dying feels like the first step to addiction to me - "If I need pills to feel healthy how long will it be before I need pills to feel happy?" I know it's not true, but it scares me. :/
However! Dad got a job (fixing computers), and it's Friday. That's good enough for me.