Sick, sicker, sickest

So I am still sick.  In fact I am worse than I was before.  Tired... tireder... tiredest????  Still coughing up those little green dudes... I will spare you the description of how disgusting they taste.  My voice is less hoarse, but now I have painful sinus congestion and it makes me talk funny. 

I cannot begin to express how awful it is to be sick when I am on vacation from work.  And I have only two more days before I go back... just the right amount of time to get well.

I work at a special ed school for kids with behavioral problems.  Last year I worked with 11 to 13 year old kids.  I used to love it most of the time.  Generally I didn't mind the crazy shit the kids the kids would pull, but had tons of issues with my co-workers... rude, angry, horrible people.  My principal transferred me over to work with the smaller kids... (1- 10 years old.)  Completely different.  My co-workers are amazing... and NICE.  It is kind of weird to work with a team that appreciates what you... says thank you, actually smiles and jokes and say "Good Morning" like they mean it.  But the kids... little kids are so so so so much harder to work with.  Before I would deal with violence maybe once a month and restrain a student maybe twice a year... now it is 5, 6, 7... 10 times a day.  I restrain the little critters all freakin day long.  It makes me tired.  Both physically and emotionally.  Almost every day, when I get home I am just used up.      

I have been writing and when I run out of words... I am taking the time to go back and reread my old stuff.  Cool thing is if husband sees me typing... he really likes it.  He goes out of his way to support me. 

Still working on making better nutritional choices.  And HE sneaks off and buys ice cream... dishes it up with the last slice of pumpkin pie and waves it under my nose... "Want it???" and then he giggles when I cave in and eat it.  Not so virtuous last night.