Friday, July 25, 2008
I finally succumbed to taking a day's medical leave today, I think my throat gave up after struggling these past weeks. At first I kept downing lozenges down my throat, but the past few days I'd started dry-coughing, and this morning I coughed out some blood.
The doctor said I had throat inflammation, and asked me to rest my vocal chords. OR at least tone it down for the next week until it heals fully before I can start shouting and screaming and repeating my instructions to them kids again.
When I got back from the doctor's though, instead of getting right back to bed (which would be heaven for a weekday) and get a good rest, all I could think about was what and how my kids are doing, and if the relief teacher was going to actually teach them something fun, or if she was just going to make them sit still and put their fingers to their lips in an attempt to shut them up and do zilch until the time they go home.
Or if she actually scrubs the kids down in the shower each day like I do, instead of leaving it up to their own individual 4-year old capabilities of showering on their own.
Or if she managed to fix the correct milk-water proportions for the kids that are still on the bottle.
Or if she bothers to tie up all the girls hair after their showers like I always do.
And then I think about the weekly evaluation log that we have to hand up each Friday to the Principal.
And then those weekly update logsheets for the kids' parents.
But mainly about them kids, you know?
Funny how it works, isn't it?
They are the constant causes of my headaches, sore throats, lost voice, anger-spells.
But they are also my daily addiction of laughing joy, and a weekday not seeing them feels so s.a.l.a.h. (w.r.o.n.g).