The illness rages on. Last night was a bit dicey, and sleep was occasional. I swallowed some cough medicine that seemed to do me in, and I am still trying to clear my head from the drowsiness. My head feels like it is going to fall off and roll on the floor, and it is not even noon.
My supervisor has tried to get me to go to the hospital again, but why? I need sleep, not another I.V. in my arm. My veins deserve a bit of a break. And so I am here, feeling like I am melting into my chair.
News of a change in plans, my class today has been changed, location wise that is. Instead of the large room that can actually fit all 19 students, instead I am going to be stuck with a very small room that can hold about 10. Sweet. I am contemplating just letting the kids go play outside. Might not be bad. We can play find the cards or something. Or maybe I should bring them all on an English tour of the office here. Could be fun.
Anyway, the good side of all this is it has given me very strange dreams, the kind your brain invents only when being cooked at high temperatures. I think watching the movie Donnie Darko has also had ill effects on my psyche. Eh. Could be the drugs.
Sweet.

Drifting and floating...