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WARNING: Portions of this entry may be disgusting and unfit for the human eye to view.
Okay, we are going back in time to.....
MONDAY--
On Monday I went into school to work and get things ready for the first day of school. I was there by 9:30ish. I worked on my homeroom's three ring binders and got them all organized. They look great if I do say so myself. My goal was to get everything done as quickly and smoothly as possible and be out of there by 2 pm, but that did not work out so well.
There was some drama amongst some friends--and of course I had to sort it out as best I could. Had long talks with three people via phone or Instant Messenger....the issue did not get resolved, but no shit hit the fan either.
Anyhow--I worked at school till after 5:30. Then I went to the grocery store and bought groceries since I hadn't bought any groceries in weeks. When I got home, I put everything away--then I baked up some chicken, rice, celery, onions, broccoli, and carrots with Chicken Broth and cream of mushroom soup. It was very tasty.
I also cleaned and cut up a good medium sized watermelon--it is very yummy.
I did up all the dishes, squished all the pop cans, and swept the kitchen floor.
I staggered off to bed at 10ish.
I took the three fish oil tablets my doctor told me to take at supper.
TUESDAY:
The First Actual Day of the New School Year.
I woke up with a horrible, screaming headache. I felt like I had slept wrong and that my neck was compressed in some way. I hoped that it would loosen up when I took a bath and washed my hair--the hot water did it some good, but not much and not for long.
I went to school, picking up Otto's bakery rolls on the way. I got McDonalds on the way in as well as I didn't have time to fix breakfast for myself. I got the breakfast burritoes. I ate them, and they tasted very good. However, with in a short time, I started having stomach cramps. My head and my stomach vied for my attention as which could be the most miserable.
It was pretty much a tie until I decided I would just go down and throw up...once my stomach was emptied, it would be okay, I thought. NOT AT ALL>
I must have puked a dozen or more times through the course of the morning--and then the dry heaves began. Ugh.
I thought I was going to hurl right in front of several kids at break. I made it through to the last period of the day--we were running a shortened schedule with classes being only 20 minutes long.
I went down to see Jay to ask him if I could leave right after the kids...I didn't even have to tell him I was feeling sick.
I said, "Jay, can I talk to you?"
He said, "You don't feel well do you?"
I said, "No. I have a screaming head ache, and my stomach is hurting now too. I was wondering if I coudl go home right after the kids are done."
He said, "Go home now. No sense in hanging around here when you are miserable."
So, I went to my room, shut down my computer, took attendance, and left. I had to stop and puke again in the faculty bathroom before I left--and I had a horrid case of dry heaves in the parking lot.
I drove home with the air conditioner cranked at full blast and the window open. I pulled my pants down past my stomach too--in hopes of getting all the pressure off it.
When I got home, I went upstairs, took off my school clothes and climbed into bed. I slept there for a good three hours. When I woke up, my stomach was better. I ate some supper...toast and cheese, I think it was, then I went back to bed.
WEDNESDAY
I woke up on Wednesday with my head still aching. Stomach was okay though. I made it through the day just fine, even though my head was killing me all day. I got through the half day with kids--we actually began a little work. I have some papers to correct now too--hopefully I can get them done tomorrow while doing laundry.
The faculty meeting was short and sweet.
I had an appointment with my therapist. Spent the whole time talking about my friend F and the situation we find ourselves in....sigh.
Bonnie (my therapist) says I have given him solid advice and that I am good at it...and that I could STILL become a therapist if I really wanted to myself. LOL.
My friend Michael ordered me to go to bed at 8:30 because he could hear how exhausted and sick I was in my voice. "You need more rest," he said. "Turn off that damn computer and go to bed."
LOL
My hero....lol lol lol.
THURSDAY
Yesterday--head still ached horribly. We administered the MAAPS tests on Thursday and Friday which meant my classes were incredibly small. I gave writing skills and senior seminar vocab packets and Misfits, Outcasts, and Monsters read the children's book "Beauty and the Beast." I also made a crossworld puzzle to go with this
story.
Thursdays are now the day I have to run the store and serve lunch and breakfast and candy bars and chips at break. Both Blair and Cecelia (who are on my "team") were gone. Thank goodness, Laurie stepped in and helped me at break, and Ryan and Melinea helped me serve lunch.
When I got home, I was exhausted. I went to bed.
I was up and down with diarrhea several times in the night. That was fun....NOT.
FRIDAY--
Woke up without a headache today!! The absence of that sickening miserable headache almost makes me feel like a million bucks!
I proctored tests all morning--it wasn't too bad, but it was in the computer room and it was horribly hot. The kids were remarkably good--though a little restless and bored by the end.
In the afternoon, Jay gave the school a "Play Day" for the afternoon and we let them go at 2:10. It was relaxing. I wished I had my sewing box with me, but I just sat and talked to kids. Others were playing football and stuff--I heard one of the new girls exclaim, "I LOVE this school!"
heh heh
DeAnn called me on my prep and wanted to know if I wanted to meet her and Jim and Josue for supper at Carlos O'Kelley's. I stayed at school until nearly 5 pm, then drove there to meet them.
Josue was in his usual adorable form. Little cutie pie that he is. He has the handsomest little face. He will be a heart breaker one day.
He got ahold of my phone and was playing with it, pushing buttons. Somehow he managed to call DeAnn when she went into the bathroom!
I put the phone on speaker so he could hear his mommy--I don't know if he made the connection or not--but it was funny that of all the people on my phone, he managed to call his mommy.
I had my usually spinach enchilada with fajita chicken--and I had a strawberry marguerita. It wasn't as good as normal--it seemed strong (the marguerita that is).
I felt fine until I started out to my car, then my stomach started to hurt really bad again, and I thought, "Oh, great. This sucks."
I again drove home with the air conditioner blowing icy air into my face which seems to help somewhat.
When I got home, I grabbed my pills and came upstairs--where I puked my guts out for about fifteen minutes. My stomach was just in knots. I don't know if it was the margueritas or if the Mexican food was just too much for my guts to handle after being sickish all week.
All I know is that I feel much better now--except for being so tired that I keep falling asleep and leaving lines of oooooooooo's or 999999999999's.
Mom called at some point and asked if I wanted to go with her and Kim tomorrow to get my toes done. They have a pedicure every month. I do not, but I am sort of in the mood to get one.
I think I will meet them in Owatonna tomorrow and get a pedicure to brighten my day a little.
That's it
I am seriously going to sleep now.
Good night.
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