Ok, here we go. I feel 40 starting to kick in. My immune is system is down and, with the little guy bringing home all those bugs & germs, I've been diagnosed with a throat infection that has spread to my glands. My voice has gone, I've got the chills and feel like I've been run over by a truck. For someone who is not used to being sick, this is a major setback. My guys here at home are having a harder time dealing with this because they don't have me to fuss over them and are not quite the experts on fussing over others. This should teach them to appreciate me a little more.
So, I'm on an antibiotic, anti-inflammatory and hot chicken soup. Bedrest is definitely not my cup of tea, so I'm curled up on the sofa with my laptop, trying to catch up on some work and debating over whether or not to go to work tomorrow.
Update (10:40pm) - Spent the day trying to decide "Stay home? Go to work?". I've never taken sick leave for myself in the 10 years I've worked in this school, except when the little guy is ill. Only took time off (& not as much as I could have) when I was undergoing IVF treatments. And managed to get through my pregnancy without missing a day's work. My husband says I'm so weird. Who in the world would spend a day dwelling over the idea of missing work to recover from the flu? I've decided to stay home tomorrow, but I have a feeling that come tomorrow morning I'll be changing my mind. I absolutely hate the idea that they'll have to arrange cover for my classes tomorrow.