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Saturday, November 10, 2012

Airborne, Anyone?

     I can now count on being sick at exactly the same times of year like the countdown of the space shuttle.  Last conference starts (3), last conference wraps up (2), parents leave the room (1), I don't know what to do next because there is so much that has been neglected (blastoff!).
     As if on cue, after a week of conferencing, my throat got scratchy and has progressed into extreme tiredness.  Hopefully, Airborne, which claims to have been created by a teacher, works.  I believe it does, and if it's ever scientifically proven that it doesn't is no guarantee I'll stop using it.  I've tried nearly all the cold and flu preventions I know of...Airborne, Zicam, vitamin C, echinacea tea in various brands, doses, and frequency, Super Antioxidant tea, getting 8 hours of sleep every night, eating healthy, washing my hands 20,000 times a day and not ever, EVER touching my face.  Yet, still.  I must touch my face here and there because there is no reason I should be sick.  I'm exposed to more germs than the average bear on a daily basis, my body forms antibodies that work on viruses like Wonder Woman blocks bullets with her wrist thingies, so shouldn't my immune system be that of Wonder Woman's?

     

    Look at her...all physically fit and healthy, hair and makeup done to perfection, outfit and accessories perfectly "going" together.  She is the vision of a strong immune system, strong intellect, and strong super powers, and she never comes in contact with even one child.  Well, maybe she saves one once in a while, I'll give her that.
     I thoroughly enjoyed conference week.  I always feel like I've accomplished the hardest part of the year, marked by the closing of that very last meeting.  NOW we can get down to business, all that wiggling around on the rug, the running (not walking) to go nearly everywhere, and the excessive, loud talking will stop now that my students' parents and I have spent 30 minutes talking about them.  l. o. l.
     But seriously, I always feel like meeting with the parents forms a better bond between us, that we create a  little team that has the same goal, and the lines of communication are more open now that we've had a face to face conversation.  We all know each other a little bit better and everyone (I hope) feels more comfortable approaching each other about this or that.
     As for me and my little illness, at least I have the means to get remedies, the time to rest, and live in a comfortable home that feels like a safe haven.  It can always be worse, and I'm never oblivious to that.  Come Monday morning, I bet I'll be walking around campus in an awesome outfit with stars shooting out my back, too.
     

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