Feeling Sick

I suppose that it was bound to happen some time during the first semester of school--after all, my daily companions are 233 junior high students. What happened you ask? I got sick. Yea!!! I came home from work yesterday at 6:15, collapsed on the bed, and told myself I would be awake by 6:30. I then awoke with a start at 7:15, remembered my 7:30 VT'ing appointment, grabbed a quick bite, ignored the intense feeling of nausea and dizziness, and headed out. ("Where was Nigel?" you ask. Taking a test on campus--the joy of being married to a student. As he lovingly reminded me today, by 2012 he might be done for good. And it's a good thing I love that boy.) Anyway, the woman wasn't there, and my companion asked me if I was feeling ok or if the day had been long. My response was a babble. I struggled to the car, somehow made it safely to the Wilk, and waited for Nigel. I forced my stomach to calm down. He came shortly after, opened the door, took one look at me, and said, "Do you want me to drive?" I said, "I don't feel so good" and slipped to the passenger side, praying that the spinning would stop. Off we went: me closing my eyes, and Nigel trying to get us home without a ticket (he naturally has a speeding tendency. Jo, you'd be proud). We made it home. I lunged for the door, threw my hair into a ponytail, and flew to the bathroom. You can guess the rest. I wanted to be bionic woman and pretend I had no illness, but when I woke up today, I was still dizzy and started dry heaving. So I stayed in bed and slept. I'm feeling better now, but we've decided to stay the night in. And that, my lovely mothers, is the latest update on my life. Other than that, I had to fail two ninth graders in my honors class. They now have to redo English to graduate. It made me feel awful but at the same time annoyed: how hard is it to get even a D?