Yvi

Rocking out to old-school No Doubt while hopped up on a fine Korean cocktail of drugs. Yes.

I'm sick. Again. Started coughing a few days ago, then it elevated into aches, sore throat, hot and cold flashes, and some pretty major dizziness. I really don't know what I'm doing wrong. I wash my hands, take my vitamins, don't do anything unsanitary other than coming into contact with several dozen little germ-incubators a day.

At work yesterday, I was teaching and staying upright through sheer force of will and even that was getting pretty tenuous. With three classes left, I asked if I could leave and go to a doctor, but the director asked if I could stay and just be in the room for my last three classes even if I wasn't teaching.

That's one thing I hate about this country: the mentality that doing your job is more important than whether or not you're in a state to do it.

Anyway, I stayed. Gave workbook assignments, felt like a horrible teacher for half-assing it, and then in my very last class I had one kid being oppositional so I tried to send him to the director. He wouldn't go, so I went to get her. She was on the phone, and I just broke down. I literally had no energy left.

So that got people's attention. The Korean teachers fussed over me. The male director talked to the kid, then brought him down to the teachers' room in tears, and Iphy taught the rest of my class while the director drove me home. I went to bed and had fever dreams about my room being filled with sentient amorphous shapes, then eventually dragged myself to the doctor.

Feeling a little less crappy now, but still in dire need of a vacation. At least I get Tuesday off for Children's Day.