chochiyo_sama

Today was just another example of how my life can go horribly awry without much warning.

First, I was driven to hit the snooze about 8 times this morning rather than get up and get going. I was tired. I wanted to stay in bed all day.

Susan called and told me that Brad's ( her husband) cousin had passed away, so she had to drive on her own. That was okay with me as I intended to stay late at school today to get all my correcting done before the weekend.

Anyhow, I decided I would check out Burger King which just reopened in Kasson--I remember when I first started teaching in Rochester, I would swing through Kasson to get breakfast there all the time.

Well, I got a breakfast biscuit--sausage, egg and cheese and whatever those little potato things are that they have. It was so frigging cold that I got a cup of coffee too--to drink coffee, I have to have a lot of cream and sugar in it to cover up the nasty coffee flavor

I ate it and took my meds when I got to school, then started doing battle with the stupid server which kept booting me off. I didn't think the sandwich or the potato thingys were very good. Both things had a weird texture. I threw about half of the sandwich away, but I had to eat something so my meds would not make me sick.

The server issues were making me insane. I input grades and then made print outs for the kids only to discover that their grades did not save to the grade program. The server would just boot me off--randomly and without warning. The only way I could get back onto the server was to restart my fucking stupid computer and resynchronize. Well, that takes about ten minutes every time.

My midquarter grades were due yesterday, but I couldn't get my grade program to function like it should have. I said the "eff" word three times in my first two classes today (being sure to put my quarters in the F-Bomb Bear each time). The kids giggled. One was being kind of nasty because he did the work and the grade wasn't showing up. Missy H. said, "Why don't you shut up? Can't you see it isn't her fault and she is as frustrated as you are."

LOL.

My kids. I adore them.

So, that was emotionally upsetting as I hate it when things do not work as they are supposed to work. GRR.

My stomach felt queasy and kind of yucky, but not bad. I thought a rolaid or two might do the trick, but I was so busy trying to get the grade issues sorted out that I didn't take the time to eat them. Perhaps if I had things would have not gone quite so bad.

My whole second and third hours were wasted by me trying to get that fucking thing to do its job, and the kids checking their print outs against their corrected work. Several of them had to bring their work back up to me to be re-entered for the third or fourth time.

Senior sem went okay except I had to nag quite a bit for kids to stop fooling around and get to work. We had the mobile lab, and half of those computers would not hook up to the server, saying the domain was not available which was bullshit, as all the other computers WERE hooking up to the server. Damned fucking piece of shit server. Jesse (our tech guy--a sweet and wonderful man) swears it isn't the server, but *I* think it IS.

While the seniors worked, I sorted through all the crap on my desk, looking for any papers that might have gotten misplaced. As I did this, i filed what needed to be filed rather than having to go through yet another pile later. I actually got my desk looking almost neat.

It won't last.

My stomach was feeling worse and worse as senior sem went on. It was feeling crampy and nasty, and my back was starting to hurt.

At the very end of senior sem, Kristine J (who graduated last year) came in. I was so thrilled to see her as I haven't seen her in ages, and I love her to pieces. She was in my home room. So, we talked a bit and she talked with some of the current crop of seniors. After they filed out, she was telling me all about college and how she got an A in her English class, which made me so proud.

But as she talked, all I could think of was, "I am going to throw up any second." You know how your saliva glands flood your mouth just before you puke so that you don't choke on it? Well, that was happening...and I thought I might end up having to puke in the waste basket at any moment.

Finally, I told her I had to take the mobile lab back to storage and go to the bathroom before I peed my pants (which I also had to do, pee that is). So we walked down the hall together talking--Ryan snagged her up and talked to her, and then she went to talk to Renee. I got the keys from Tracy and put the computers away, and talked to another kid who had some questions about her paper.

I went into the staff bathroom, thinking if I could just puke, I'd feel better. I wanted to with every fiber of my body, but I just couldn't. I was having major cramps and stomach spasms by this time, and so I told Tracy I was sick and needed to go home.

I went back to my room and wrote some instructions on the board for my last two classes, packed up my stuff, and grabbed the ice cream bucket I had under my desk (left over from someone's demonstration speech). Good thing I did too.

I couldn't puke when I was at school--but I had no trouble at all puking in the ice cream bucket while stopped at the 19th street stop lights--nor going down 19th street with cars on each side of me--nor stopped at the stoplights on Highway 22. Nor several times going the back roads through Oxbow and Mantorville.

I had to stop and empty the bucket out a couple of times, and I had the window open to blow away the fumes and give me cold air to breathe, which seemed to help.

I was worried about getting puke all over my car, but the only thing that got puked on was my hoodie. Ugh.

I was so miserable, I didn't think I could make it. But, I did, and I even went through the drive through of the bank and put my paycheck in and got cash for my nieces and nephew's Christmas presents.

When I got in the house, I sat in my chair for a few minutes, just to recover my equalibrium. Then I crawled upstairs, stripped off my clothes, washed my face, and went to bed. I slept until about 4 pm when Susan called, thinking I might still be at school, to advise me to go home as it was sleeting and the roads were getting slippery. After talking to her, I went back to sleep and slept until Lisa called me. I don't know what time that was, but it was about 7:30 when we stopped talking.

I called Jim and DeAnn to let them know I was sick. We had talked about getting together today after school, but my puke-athon made that impossible.

Apparently little Swayze had his picture taken with Santa today--too cute. I can't wait to see it.

My stomach is still making some rumbling and growling noises, like a feral animal is threatening an attack, but the awful cramping and back ache is gone. I'm horrifically thirsty but am afraid to drink anything for fear of more puking.

I sure wish I had some ginger ale. Maybe tomorrow I can get some.

Well, that's the exciting event progression of my day.

I kindly refrained from taking any pictures of the puke bucket. Even though you know I like to chronical my life in pictures as well as words.

bleah.