It's that time of year. Time for three snow days in a week. Time for sniffles. Time for crazy glucose levels.
On Monday night, I sneezed about five or six times in a row. While that might be normal for some, for me that usually is followed by one doozy of a cold. This time was no different. Tuesday afternoon I woke up with the sniffles. Not that big of a deal. I subbed with an eye on where the boxes of tissue were at all times. By the time I got home, I was done. Around 7pm I took my temperature. 100.0 - Yup, I was officially sick. My glucose level was 195, but that probably has something to do with the pizza we had for dinner more than being sick. At 7:30 I put on my pj's and attempted to read in bed. At 8pm I gave up and laid my head onto my pillow.
I was out for the night, barely able to open my eyes when my husband came in complaining about a child who fell asleep on the stairs and had an accident. Barely able to open my eyes when he came in the room to get his shoes and coat to take our the garbage. Something he also wasn't happy about since that's one of the kids' chores. This morning I apologized that I didn't get up and help, but I couldn't even muster up a response last night to offer help. He of course told me that he wasn't upset with me nor did he expect my help. He knew I was sick. (Have I mentioned lately how awesome he is?)
This morning I was feeling better, though looking very much like Rudolph with a shiny, red nose. My temperature had gone down, enough to make me "school legal" as we call it here, but feeling the need to take it easy. I did get a call to sub today for the same person as yesterday, but I declined. I need a day to get better so I don't get worse. Luckily they were able to find someone else.
Time for lunch now. I wonder if I'll be able to sneak in a nap before picking up the kids.