Last night I went to bed only to realize soon afterwards that I was sick. I spent most of the next few hours in and out of the bathroom going through one of the more unpleasant experiences known to mankind. I finally was able to go back to sleep and slept till five this morning. When I awoke, I still felt bad. So I decided it was a day to stay home from work.
Staying home from work is not a simple thing. After numerous emails and phone calls, I THINK I’ve got everything covered so that now - almost 8:00 A.M., I can finally go back to bed knowing that all my obligations for the day have been rescheduled, postponed or otherwise handled. Sigh! It really IS more work to not go to work than to be there - and if I felt I could make it through the day, I’d be there.
I think the illness is, in part, because of what a difficult and exhausting week it has been. I had to move from a large classroom into a tiny office. Although I have known for a month that this was likely and I had whittled down my belongings, when it came time to actually move, I realized I still had way too many materials to fit in my new room. Again, I had to give away and throw away enormous amount of “stuff.” Although the school system paid workers to come move the heavy stuff, the workers just stacked things up in my office. After they left, I had to unpack and then rearrange furniture to make the space workable. Just the physical work of moving heavy furniture around and picking up boxes was overwhelming.
In my office now I have my desk and a kidney-shaped table. There’s a bookshelf along one wall and two file cabinets along another wall. Right now I have two office chairs - one at my desk and one at the table. I’m going to get rid of one of the chairs, though, because they’re back to back. I can work at my desk and then when kids come for a reading group, I can just swing the chair around and move less than two feet and be ready to work with them at the table. That’ll be one less piece of furniture in there.
The saddest part of the move is that there is no window in the office. It is a little room off the library and there is no window. I mentioned having no window already, didn’t I? Sigh. My cell phone won’t work in there either - although I have a land line phone there, and the work order has been placed for a line for my computer and printer to be put in there . . . someday. Meanwhile, I go into the library to do any computer work I need to do.
So, I’m off to bed - to hopefully sleep undisturbed for a few hours.
Update: I slept till almost one P.M. Five additional hours of sleep. I’d say that being tired definitely had something to do with my feeling sick. I’m feeling better and will go to work tomorrow.
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January 1st, 1970 at 12:00 am
September 11th, 2008 at 5:27 pm
Carol, I hope you are feeling better now after a little rest.
September 11th, 2008 at 7:09 pm
You are so much like me it’scary! Why in the world did you not tell you you were sick? I thought you did not sound like yourself.
I usually read the family BLOGS earlier. But had so much trouble with mine. The more I learn the less i know.
September 11th, 2008 at 8:27 pm
Actually, by the time I talked on the phone with you this evening, I was feeling much better. I’m going to work tomorrow. And I consider it a compliment to be like you - not scary at all!
September 12th, 2008 at 11:53 pm
I’m glad you are feeling better! Stay well and take care of yourself!