I haven’t been feeling terribly stellar this week (or even last week). A little congested which makes my brain a little fuzzy which makes teaching interesting. I haven’t felt like I was dying or anything, so I have continued to go to school. Well. Yesterday Maddy, Lindsay and I went to the Marina Mall to look for some winter style clothes for our trip. It’s going to be chillier there than it is here, and it’s getting cold here. I know, what a wuss to be complaining because it’s in the 50’s and the 40’s. Well, you would be complaining too if you didn’t even have the option of heat in your apartment or classroom. Yes, you read that right. No heat in my apartment. It’s below 40 in the morning sometimes when I drag my tired butt out of bed. We did get central heating installed in our apartments this week. I know that I’m not feeling like myself because I totally cranked the heat as high as it would go and left it like that for 2 days. I’ve turned it down again, but only because I thought I was going to melt!
Last night I didn’t get to bed until about 10:30. That’s later than my usually too late bedtime of 10. So not good. I woke up at 2 with a throat that was so sore I could hardly stand it. I finally fell back to sleep around 4 and woke up 15 minutes later to get ready for school. The tired thing today didn’t bother me, it’s the pain in my throat and the fact that my voice was on its way out. My students asked if I was sick, and I said that I couldn’t talk very loud, so they would have to pay attention because I wasn’t going to be repeating myself like I usually do. They were actually really good about it. I was quite impressed.
I felt so icky after first block that I decided to visit the nurse. She took me back and took my temperature (normal) and looked at my throat and made me say ‘ahhhhh.’ My throat was really red, so she gave me a baggie of pills and cough drops. I am not kidding, I don’t know that the nurses do that back in the states. I mean, if the kid has an inhaler and needs it, but are they allowed to distribute stuff? I have some pills for the pain and some for the congestion that I am supposed to take at a different time from the pain pills (Tylenol, but stronger!) and some cough drops. It was so weird walking out of there with a clear baggie of pills.
Oh, and the students here are hypochondriacs. They want to go to a nurse for a stomach ache. I rarely let them go anymore. Once in a while when they look like they’re miserable, but other than that, no way jose!
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