Poor M joined me in sickitude today – we kept her home from school and she just wanted to rock on me, with her face on my bare skin. Poor bug.
But poor mama, too – I went into campus for a doctor’s appointment and found out that this respiratory bug that I can’t kick? It’s progressed to pneumonia. No wonder I’ve been feeling like poo. I know have some powerful antibiotics and a regimen of Robitussin and rest to follow – which is going to be interesting considering that my classes start tomorrow, so I’ll be teaching for nearly 4 hours. And we still don’t know if M’s going to be able to go to school.
This semester is getting off to a really shitty start, but I’m surprisingly mellow about it. I guess all the work I’ve been doing on my anxiety issues is paying off a bit? Or I’m just too sick to care, ha!