Cough, croak, sniffle
Bronchitis and laryngitis. Cough medicine and vitamin C. Yeah, yeah, I went and got myself sick. Then I played with my band Saturday night. Even though a couple people said my husky lilt sounded good, singing completely wrecked my voice. Now I sound like a seal barking during a circus performance.
The good thing about working mostly from home is that I don’t have to worry about going in to the office and talking to people. The bad thing about my type of work is that my work still has to get done.
Did I ever mention that I picked up a basic writing class this semester? And two writing labs, too? I had to cancel classes this week. Interestingly, none of my students seemed sad about it. I hate canceling classes, but I had to. Not just because of the coughing, but because the croaking sounds that used to be an audible voice is undecipherable.
Luckily, email and the university’s online platform has allowed me to keep my classes humming along. Essays are being turned in and graded. Exams are being studied for. Questions are asked and answered. All the while I cough all over my computer screen.
I got this illness from Bill who had been complaining and complaining for two weeks about how horrible he felt. I may or may not have suggested that he was a bit of a pantywaist. I’m eating those words now.
This is terrible. My throat itches and burns. My head hurts from the prescription medicine. My chest aches from the coughing. My nose is sore from the constant blowing. Everything else is made of lead.
So yeah, I’m sick and that’s why I haven’t written anything this week. *cough*