Time to Rest

My body is having a forced shut-down. I pushed it through the weekend, and Sunday evening, I was done. I had a slight fever (since my body temp usually runs low, 99 degrees for me is a real fever), my nose was running, I was coughing and sneezing and all I wanted to do was sleep.

I took Monday off, which seemed like a good idea. It was a very good idea. I slept in, with a brief interruption to fix my girls' hair, and vegged out watching Netflix.

I should have done that again today. But no. I went to work. Not the best idea I ever had. After 2nd period, all I wanted to do was assume fetal position and put my head down.

I knew this was going to happen.

For some reason, I can't escape "Firework" by Katy Perry. I can't stand her or the song. I'm not going to link it. If you are fortunate enough to have never heard this horrible excuse for music, then I'm going to leave you in your blissful ignorance. I wish it wasn't but today it is the song in my head. Maybe that's where the pounding is coming from...