So I sat around in my pajamas and George's t-shirt all day, no make-up, no shower, and no shame.
I woke up at 4:00 AM (after going to bed at 7:00 the night before mind you) and sat downstairs for like 30 minutes staring off into space with the never-ending debate that always goes through a teacher's head: "Sure you feel like crap, but is it bad enough to make sub plans?" You know we have all been there.
Finally at 4:30, I realized yes, this sucks, I need to make sub plans. An hour later, I was all typed up, put in a request for a sub on our online system, and was ready to roll.
And then I waited. Tried to go back to sleep; was able to sleep in 15 minute increments and then I would wake up to check the online system again and again and again. Still no sub assigned????! The arrival of the morning bell was imminent, my students would have no sub! Were ALL the subs abducted over night??
Finally I get a text from my teacher partner that they got a sub hours after the bell had rung, but that the internet was down so my sub plans were now null and void. I felt like doing this.
I am not sure how it turned out, I think I suggested a Planet Earth, but my mind is fuzzy on the details in the middle of my sick haze. Oh, then the guilt rolled through me like a tsunami; maybe I should've dragged myself into the car this morning, but then I remembered that, no, I really do feel like crap. I always try to convince myself that I am not. Thank goodness I have a supportive teaching partner!
So the day continued, I slept, ate, watched TV, and now the day is coming to a close. I wish I would've been a little bit more productive, but I guess not all sick days are diamonds, some are stones. John Denver, anyone?
Have any of you experienced the inner monologue of to call in sick or not to? Have any of you all experienced the guilt of calling in sick? I am starting to think I have a seriously bad guilt complex!