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I am a high school English teacher, and mother of two charming little ones of my own. I teach in a high poverty urban charter school, while I live in a typical American suburb that has frequently been rated one of the safest cities in the country. It is a paradox I struggle with constantly, but it is my life.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

I cannot believe I am sick again....

Talk about bad timing. Our school is being visited by the WASC team this week, which means a lot. This is how we get our accreditation, which is very necessary. If you are not an accredited school, well, then you are not really a school.

And I am sick again.

I'm asthmatic and I get sick easily. Under normal circumstances, there is a lot that I can do to stay healthy and prevent this, but this has been hindered by the fact that I am pregnant. Yes, pregnant. 14 weeks. Sick and pregnant are not a fun combination. For starters, it is sort of the cause of it, since I can take no real allergy medication (at least none of the ones that actually work), my immune system is weakened, I am extremely limited as to the medications I can take to make myself feel better, and I am already super exhausted, so the combination of sick and pregnant is not fun. I would give almost anything for a nice big spoonful of cough syrup right now (almost anything... hence that I am not rushing to the medicine cabinet).

I am not looking forward to teaching sick again this week.

On the other side, I am not really worried about WASC. I feel confident that my classroom, my teaching, and my students regularly reflect a quality education, so that is not a concern. I am a little worried about looking weary or worn out though. I don't want them to think that it is me being a weary teacher... because it is not. I'm just sick, pregnant, and ready for Spring Break, but I do still really love my job. As an administrator (semi)jokingly said today, "Time to Vaseline the teeth, glue the lips to the gums, and pretend we are beauty queens in a pageant."

In other news, my son's toes tonight were all bloody for no apparent reason. When he took off his shoes, his sock had blood on it and all the toes on his right foot were bloody. He didn't seem to be bothered by it that much, but couldn't really explain what had happened either. He said something about running into a table, but I don't remember that happening and I think he would have cried. Although, he is a rather tough boy and doesn't seem to cry about much. Odd though, isn't it?

1 comment:

  1. You can't take Benadryl? I thought you could at least take Benadryl and Tylenol.
    You can get some plain saline nosespray, a kind without any decongestants. The first week I was pregnant I had a horrible cold and that was the only thing I could use. Although I really hate nosespray....

    Oh, and Dan tells me stories of how his little brother Doug would come home with bloody feet all the time and not even know it. Apparently that's what little boys do. Ask Karyn. LOL