Worst snow day of my life.

I hate being sick.

I hate staying home from work.

But sometimes it happens.

As I've gotten older, I've also learned to take better care of myself.

Last Thursday, I woke up with a splitting headache.

You know the kind that feels like your skill is being smashed in by a sledgehammer? The kind where you can't really see because everything is fuzzy?

That was my headache.

After a few minutes of failing miserably to so much as sit up, I realized I could not go to work.

I laid there contemplating the excruciatingly difficult task of getting to my computer and requesting a sub for several long minutes.

Then a miraculous thing happened: SNOW DAY!

It was worst snow day of my life.

It was also the most convenient snow day of my life.


Unfortunately, that headache didn't care.

For almost 48 hours, my head, my face screamed.

If felt like my head was being crushed by an anvil.

I could tell it was a sinus related tension headache.

Naturally, I took some decongestant for sinuses.  It wasn't until I took a triple dose that the pain eased noticeably.

As Thursday trudged on, I also got a little feverish and had the chills.

Ick.

Going to school Friday seemed like a bad idea.

Even though it felt super weird and wrong to take a sick day on Friday when Thursday was a snow day, it had to be done.

Thankfully, my students were already watching a movie--educational, I promise.

Sub plans were easy.

I huddled miserably on the couch for most of the weekend too and finally felt better Sunday.

Monday morning, I returned, hoping everything had gone reasonably well.

It seems for the most part it did.

But that wasn't the only good thing.

A number of kids asked if I was feeling better or where I was. That's always nice.

The thing that really touched my heart, though?

Not one, not three, but SIX kids told me they missed and were glad I was back.

Awwwwww.

Three of them asked me not to leave again.

Maybe that wouldn't be a big deal for an elementary teacher.

I teach high school.

High schoolers often try to be quite a bit more callous.

When they miss me, it is flattering, and it makes me feel a little warm and fuzzy.

That is a pretty thin silver lining for a 48 hour skull cracking headache, but I'll take it.

Those little things are just always good.