Ick. Someone is spreading the plague around work.
I hear rumors today that
it is as close as the hallway that connects to mine, that several teachers in
that end of the building have been sick.
When do I hear this? About two hours into a massive headache
attack.
I come home right after
work, take a couple of Tylenol, and cook up something great to eat, then I sit
down to get some work done. Next thing I
know my head is bobbing atop the table and I’m waking up from being out
cold. I don’t remember falling asleep,
but suddenly I feel like I could drag myself to bed and just stay there.
I clean up the kitchen
then flop onto the couch, convinced I won’t nap. I’ll just rest for a few minutes. Half hour later the phone rings, jarring me
from sleep.
Am I just overly
tired? I haven’t been sleeping well, and
I’ve been working after school every night until past 11:00.
Please don’t let it be the
plague. I still have the headache, and
now my nose feels runny. No plague! Fall lacrosse starts this weekend. It’s supposed to be sunny and 80 degrees on
Sunday and I need another beach day.
Please, oh please, let it not be the plague!
Damn you people who
breathe at work. Stop breathing. You’re spreading your disgusting germs, and
you’re spreading the plague. I cannot
get the plague until after fall lacrosse season, so just stop all that damn
breathing until mid-November.
In the meantime, someone
hand me a hammer. If I can’t get this
ache out of my head, I just might have to take another nap, even if I have to
knock myself out to do it. It may not
help, but it’s better than hanging out just waiting for the plague to pounce or
the Tylenol to kick in.
