I feel like a shadow of myself. I look like me … sort of … and sound like me … well a version of me at least, but my mind is cloudy and gray. I am sick. The kind of sick that comes on fast and strong and unexpected. Okay, I lied – not unexpected. TOTALLY expected actually. I just started a new school year, and let me say that 5th graders are not as in touch with cold-prevention hygiene as I would have hoped or assumed.
We are on week two, but from day one I had two kids coughing so vehemently I wouldn’t have been half surprised to see a lung fly across the room. One boy was apparently too cool or too busy to be bothered with Kleenex, so his shirt sported crusty-polkadots for three days. Then there are the sneezers who spray as if their noses were set to mist-mode. Gross. Lucky they’re awesome, minus the mucus. But add to that fact that it was nearly ninety degrees every day last week, and we created the petrie dish effect. Needless to say, I got a combination of whatever they had (minus the polkadots, I’ve still got enough self-respect to use a Kleenex).
Henry David Thoreau once said, “Tis healthy to be sick sometimes.” To be one hundred percent honest … I admire him hugely, but I’d kind of like to slap him in the face right now. I’d like him to take a look at my puffy, bleary, bloodshot eyes, my cherry-tipped nose from friction with two boxes of tissue, and my perpetually red cheeks and ears as though I just got sunburned. I’d like good ‘ol Henry to shout into my eighty-five percent blocked ears, or try to understand my pubescently-squeaky voice, or watch me pant as I climb a flight of stairs, and see if he feels the same. Now, someecards I agree with. “Being sick can seem like all fun and games until you no longer live with your mom.” Or listen to their other divine truth, “You just don’t appreciate breathing out of both nostrils until one suddenly is taken away from you.”
Thoreau? A fool.
The best part is how we always get sick at the most inconvenient times. I’m two weeks into a new job, so I can’t take off because it’d be more work to write lesson plans than to mask my fevered state with Advil and carry on. Apparently my throat has a split personality now, because I had ice water on one side of me, and hot coffee on the other side for the same raw reason.
I am not complaining … okay I’m totally complaining – but I’m also grateful that, “This too shall pass.” Thoreau might have had a little something to his comment … I guess feeling sick sometimes makes you appreciate all the times you’re not. And in retrospect – oh who am I kidding!?! He’s an idiot and I feel awful. I’m going to wallow and drown myself in mint shakes and mochas.
If you’re not feeling the best … I suggest you do the same!