I am Conceding Defeat

It is time. I am done fighting.  FF argued with me about this on Monday and I totally blew him off.  I am NOT sick.  I am a mom.  I am a teacher.  I am a firewife.  We have no weaknesses.  I am 10 foot tall and bullet proof.  Even though HE spent a week sleeping this virus he brought home, I would CARRY-ON!  I have fought through it since last Wednesday afterall.

From a panel in Action Comics Annual #10, 2007.

Yeah, clearly, one of my mischievous high schoolers who claim to love me, snuck in the tiniest sliver of Kryptonite.   And I am now officially sick.

I quit once I rubbed my eyes and it pushed green slime out of various orifices.  So gross.  My white flag went up.

And somehow, my FF was home!  That never happens! So, I'm taking advantage of it.  He is taking the muppets to school for me, dropping off my sub plans, picking up some tissues.  

My desk a few days ago.  I was FIGHTING!

I think I will call in one of my IOUs for all the times I have taken care of him. I will let him take care of me today, esp since he is back on shift tomorrow. 

Time to concede defeat

I have been denying it for a month.  Blowing off my husband at the very suggestion of it, every time.  But now...now I have to admit defeat.  I am sick. A Z-pak may just be in my future. 



I got up this morning and the shifting of snot in the back of my throat caused an hour long coughing fit that caused my lights to dim.  I hate that feeling.  So, my hubby called my principal while I was hacking away in the stairwell and not able to speak or breathe.  Lesson plans were emailed to the secretary.  Articles and questions were uploaded to the Moodle page. And now we wait.  The doc's office doesn't start answering the phone until 8, even though she sees patients at 7am.  I will call and I will be good and go in.  I just have such a hard time admitting I am sick enough to go to the doctor.


Now, if there was ever a good day for me to admit that I can't go in, today is it.  A huge reason why I have not been going in has been J's med classes.  He leaves the house when we do at 6am.  That means I have to take the kids to school and pick them up.  Well, if that is the case, I am already at work and I may as well just go in.  But today, my hubby has a rotation at St. Mary's and it doesn't start until 1pm.  So as we speak, he is taking the three stooges into school for me, while I hang here with O.  Her cough is starting so I thought I would see if I can get her in with me.