After sealing up my blackout curtains, shooing the cat away, grumbling about the noisy children frolicking outside my bedroom windows, and taking various drugs, I tucked myself into bed last night at a far too reasonable hour.
And didn't fall asleep.
I was too worried about sleeping again. I tried a few tricks - reading, watching an episode of Parks and Rec, counting backwards from 100 by 13s, but to no avail. Heck, I even downloaded a General Conference video to try to lull myself to sleep. It didn't work.
At some point somehow I finally fell asleep, and I slept pretty soundly, too. No dreams/hallucinations about phone calls or air raids - yay! When my alarm went off, I actually felt refreshed and ready to head back to school. Yay encore!
Then while driving to work I noticed that my vision was still blurry. I couldn't make out the road warning signs. But I was committed to going to work at that point, having showered an all, and I was sure I could see well enough to avoid hitting deer or small children.
My fever came back about 10 minutes into the first class. I was going over some blocking notes between hacking coughs, and I was suddenly incredibly hot. I was wearing several layers, since up until then I had been freezing cold, so I continued my notes while stripping off various scarves and sweaters and making a pile on the stage next to me.
Then I looked at the pile. It looked like such a nice, soft, welcoming pile of fabric. I could just rest my head there for a little bit. I can direct laying down. I'm sure the kids won't mind!
They probably wouldn't mind, but they were starting to look at me with worried expressions. Probably because I had trailed off mid-sentence and was now staring at a pile of clothing at my side.
I soldiered on! We blocked twelve more beats! I think I even made coherent communication! And then I taught two more classes!
Well, kind of. I gave myself a break in Intro to Drama. Their monologue performances were today and normally those are followed by the Mime unit, but I didn't think I could teach mime when I was having trouble stand up for long periods of time. So they're watching Clue instead for character analysis. I even made them a worksheet and everything. I'm a real teacher, I am.
In retrospect, I should have stayed home again today, but we were supposed to start the Speech season yesterday and there were already parents having fits about the delay. I should probably stay home tomorrow, but tomorrow's the meeting for the kids interested in going to New York and, heck, I'm here anyway.
And might be for a while. I'm having trouble finding the energy to stand up and go home. And that pile of papers is looking mighty inviting...