Yesterday I felt off. I had a hard time being patient with the escalating bad behaviors. My new half-time para was in the Dominican Republic for two weeks on vacation, and got sick on the plane, so she hasn't been here in almost three weeks. She texted me that she returned today, and left shortly after arrival.
So the reason I felt unwell was because I had a fever of 101.9. That is highly unusual for me. I've had Covid without a fever. Anyway, I was very stressed out by the kids' ridiculous behaviors, and I started to get shaky. I thought maybe it was low blood sugar...my mom had hypoglycemia...and I have been very strict on my diet. I left right after dismissal, and even thought it was 93 degrees, I drove home without A/C and my heated seats turned on as my body shook. When I got home, I had one slice of toast and some milk, put on a heavy sweatshirt, and got under a thick blanket. My family looked at me like I was insane. Eventually, I threw up and went to bed. I took my temperature, and was shocked to see that I had a fever. So, while I'm still fighting the bad cough from the URI, I now have diarrhea.
Today was our last graduation rehearsal, and thankfully my colleagues stepped up and did their best in my absence. It's hard because I run everything.
Anyway, I just want to get better and feel normal again.