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!

Late at night...

and we are waiting on the storm. It is raining some and the weather looks horrible. I can't bring myself to go to bed cause a tornado will come, forshore, if I do.

Tomorrow is Friday and we are going to Gatlinburg for a Christian Youth Conference. Dave, and myself, and our five kids, and our niece Mallie, and nephew Tyler. I think we about make up our own youth group.

I am still counting down to the end of student teaching. It is flying by. The weeks are getting easier. I am glad that it just took some getting used to.

Boy, wouldn't I like a day off tomorrow to finish packing this stuff. I have the snack box ready, I just need to finish my makeup/toiletries bag and Emma's junk.

Eli's birthday is Monday. He will be fifteen. Boy, I sure love that kid. I guess I don't have to share his birth story here on my blog - AGAIN - but I can tell you this: I will spend Monday thinking about that sweet boy and really thinking about the fact that in three years he will be 18. Soon, in about four years, Dave and I will have only two kids at home. Michelle is going to the dorms and going to TTU next year; Eli wants to go to UT. Annie - well, I don't know what she will do. :)

More and more, I think about how I am going to feel after April 29. How I am going to feel on May 7- the day of my college graduation. I pick up my cap and gown on March 16. I am looking forward to the summer at home with all of my kids. We are going to the beach for a whole week. I am ready to stick my toes in the sand and relax!