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It started on Thursday: a sore throat and a headache. I went into work on Friday. Early on the eve of Valentines weekend, I fought and thought I’d won. But overnight, the congestion moved to my lungs. It became painful to swallow and even breathe. The weekend was shot.

With a frog stuck in my throat and a pile of towels for tissue, I went into work on Monday. Some students and fellow teachers looked at me with disdain for even being at school. I fought on, sneezing into my sleeve, on the verge of collapse. Nasty bug.

Elliot and Ashley came through town Monday night and we went to dinner. I’ve been ill more times during this school year than I have in years. Pardon the whining, but it doesn’t seem fair how students can give you grief and then turn around and get you sick.

Today I’m at home, in bed, resting, waiting. Waiting for my nose to stop running. Waiting for the fever to go down and the rattling and wheezing in my chest to go away.