New Year. 2013.

2013. This year has started out interesting. Emma got the flu on the day we were supposed to go back to school. I had inservice on Wednesday, and on Thursday morning at 2:30, she got up with a high temperature and vomiting. She spent Thursday with David and then when I got off work, we went off to the doctors. Flu. So she was feeling better by Saturday and today she was good. Me, not so much. Dave, nada. By Friday night, we both started the flu medicine. We slept most of the afternoon today, following church and lunch. So far, no one else has got it. Tripp will probably be next. He catches the flu easily. So we are back off to school tomorrow. Here's hoping for a healthy week.

Nevermind. It is not good.

So, I kept feeling worse. And worse.

Then, the unthinkable happened.

I have lost my voice.

I ended up back at the doctor this morning. It turns out that I have laryngitis (duh?) bronchitis and pneumonia. My chest hurts, but I can't tell anyone. I can't breathe, but I can't talk about it.

My throat is raw. My nose hurts. My ear is infected.
Just shoot me.

There is joy in this. Dave is experiencing joy.
No talking - no fussing at the kids. I am going to be quiet.
But soon, Dave will miss my voice and my cackling laughter.
Who will he argue with?

Sick. And It's Kinda Good.

So, I got sick on Sunday. It started off with a raging headache, which I attributed to a lack of sleep from being with four thousand kids in a hotel room for the weekend in Gatlinburg. By Monday night, my throat was raw. By Tuesday, I had to make myself move. It was the longest day ever - and not much fun talking in a loud teacher voice to nineteen second graders. Still, I survived. But I knew it was yucky. And even though it made me sicker to do it, I missed student teaching yesterday and went to the doctor. In my head, I kept thinking how I was a cheater, how I was a slacker and now I would never, ever get a job for missing.

So, I go to the doctor, and while I tested negative for flu, I have some sort of crud and an ear infection. I asked for a shot and got it. That is a whole nother story in itself. Then, I got a bottle of amoxicillin and a ticket to stay at home for one more day.

OK, so yesterday, I called my host teacher up and I told her the above story. (I texted her earlier that morning.) She told me that since it is Dr. Suess week, that my lessons were pretty much done, she would see me on Monday morning. Yikes! What to do! Now, I will never work in our county, or the three surrounding counties! They will hear that I got sick, and I didn't student teach every day!

So, for the last two days, I have been in the house ALL BY MYSELF.

I have started the washer.

I took some naps.

No one is TALKING TO ME.

I am not talking either.

I paid my speeding ticket and turned in my community service (another story all together).

I think I have been blessed. I get one more day!

The flu and snow.

It has been a strange week. On Saturday, Eli was coughing and he complained minimally. Then, on Sunday night, Michelle started talking of a headache. Soon after, she was in tears. They both missed school on Monday. After a five p.m. doctors appointment, they were diagnosed with type A FLU.

So, today is Wednesday and we got out of school early because of the incoming snow. Horray for snow! I get to stay home tomorrow and get caught up on some housework/homework.

The kids are better. Everyone in the house is on Tamiflu. Next up is preparations for a sweet 16 party on Saturday night. Michelle and I picked up her dress late this afternoon. We will get Eli's outfit tomorrow.