I've just had another weekend with the flu -- it was supposed to be gone, but it came back. I spent Saturday in bed with a racking high fever, trying, every few hours when I surfaced from the fever dreams (which were extreme, let me tell you), to get mr. delagar to feel sorry for me.
Which he wouldn't.
"Help," I would gasp, when I finally got him to come near me. "Help. I'm so sick."
"What do you want me to do?" he would say. "I'm trying to deal with the kid."
"Wheeze," I'd say. "Hack."
He'd wander away and not come back for two hours.
It was charming.
I think he reckons he dealt with me sick once already this year and that was his quota and so he's done.
Anyway, I was a little better yesterday and today I have foolishly come to work where I am wandering ghosty through the halls, not actually able to teach but coughing in a very impressive fashion (too bad I am not teaching Vic Lit this semester, I would be perfect at the sound effects) all through my classes. I'd go home, but there's a meeting I have to make this afternoon.
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