No, really, I'm not.
I've been fighting off a bad cold/chest infection all week. The coughing keeps me awake half of the night, so I'm tired and crabbit at school. The final straw was on Thursday, when a coughing fit in my Year 11 class was so bad, that even the real dozy buggers at the back started to notice that I wasn't well.
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After that, when I staggered back to my wee office, to set the relief for the next day (and we've got the damned to everlasting damnation for all the eternities of all values of Hell Communities Challenge with at least 9 teachers away) I was told that there was a school trip for the next day, but they didn't know how many teachers and/or kids would be accompanying them.
Sod this for a game of soldiers.
The relief job is bad enough, but I need certainty. I need to know who is going to be in, and who is going to be out. I need to book relievers in advance. I need to keep my sanity. And my health.
Seeing as I had at least 3 hours sleep last night, and that my eyes feel as if they've been poached in Tabasco Sauce and that I keep mistyping because my hacking cough make me jerk and quiver; I'm going back to bed.
Have a nice f*cking day.
(Told you I was a wee bit crabbit)
You seem to have been bouncing from one no-well episode to the next recently TSB. You need to take better care o yirsel' man. Having tossers like those at work taking advantage doesn't help either.
ReplyDeleteHot toddies all round every four or three or two hours recommended.
Get well soon.
Poor TSB. I had that coughy thing last year. It was no fun.
ReplyDeleteTSB -Did you not recieve the Mothers Milk I dispatched to your croft yesterday? You need to be taking this medication now and that's an order! If you are not then you must be dying.
ReplyDeleteI've never heard of a Scotsman to refuse Whisky even on his death bed. Take care and rest up.
The final push next week, then release for two weeks, or maybe eternal release in your case if you don't rest up and recover. Now be a good boy and do as your'e told.
Alistair: Hot toddies seem to work, but the bloody bacteria/viri seem to be hanging on. Should be OK by Monday.
ReplyDeleteSecond: Thanks for the sympathy. It's not.
Valley_girl: Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you .
I got the mother's milk, and very welcome it ws.
Unfortunately, my beloved asked the question "Who is this lady who is sending you whisky?" and notes in PINK envelopes?
I am so f*cked it's not true.
Thank you for the Mother's Milk, but no more please, unless you want to read about decapitated bodies found in Upper Hutt.
Whether it's mine or not, is not quite clear, but I definitely saw smoke arising from my beloved's head. And axe.
Oh Dear TSB, I did not mean to cause strife between you and your beloved! BTW it was not a pink envelope - it was beige. You must be colour blind. Hope you are on the mend now anyway. I keep thinking of that Proclaimers son "I'm on my way from misery to happiness.. aha, aha ah aha..". Once you hit rock bottom there is only one way - back up. Keep warm and
ReplyDeleterested and medicated. You might be right in time for Monday morning, hopefully. Hey did you ever follow the "Young Ones" back in the UK in the eighties - if you did do you remember that episode called "Plegm" when Vivian had a cold?
He he. Hopefully you are not that bad. Take care.