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saffiterHey all!
Rumours of my death have been greatly exaggerated *grins (I've always wanted to say that). It may've felt like I was dead/dying for a while there but I'm feeling much better now.
So, what've I been up to? Absolutely nothing. That cold that Bartosz #2 (now named the Little Shite-Head, or, He-Who-Must-Be-Killed!) gave me when he sneezed/coughed all over me (again. He's two for two right now) mutated. Little bugger gave me Bronchitis.
I was starting to feel better on Thursday and then came the weekend. I woke up very early Saturday morning (I'd slept pretty much straight through Friday O.o ) shivering like you wouldn't believe and aching everywhere. By the time Sunday rolled around I'd been visited by my old friends nausea and vomiting (which is nuts! Before this year I pretty much never threw up. I'd get the occasional bout of nausea, but never really threw up. This year *shakes head* The two times I've got sick, thank you, Bartosz, I've been visited by it. Can I go back to Australia now, please?). I also had pretty much no appetite at all (I think I ate maybe a bowl of ceral and a peice of toast all weekend).
I don't really remember much of Monday at all. I do remember walking home though. Every five steps had me coughing uncontrollably. I seriously expected to see my lungs go flopping across the footpath.
Tuesday rolled around and Agnes called me up and asked if I wanted her to take me to the doctor (I'd been coughing and looking like crap for a week. My cough was... not very nice sounding). I felt fine at the time (it was 9am, I hadn't even got out of bed yet) so told her no. A couple of hours later when I actually went to get out of bed I got a bit of a nasty shock. I had absolutely no energy at all. It takes about ten steps to get from my bed (read: fold out couch in the living room) to the bathroom.
I barely made it.
I managed to drag together enough energy to get myself across to the shops to buy a couple of bottles of Powerade, a bottle of water for the evening, and a packet of rice crackers to try and force down to get some sort of food in my stomach (It took me 45 minutes to eat one). The Powerade was to help give me enough energy to get through the night. I spent the rest of the day just flopped on the bed wondering how I was going to get through my classes and thankful that I only have two classes on a Tuesday night.
First words out of Lucja's (my boss) mouth were "What the hell are you doing here?!". First words out of Agnes' mouth were "You look like shit!" followed by "I'm taking you to the doctor tomorrow!". For once I didn't argue.
Group I thought I was sad when I first walked in. Unfortunately they decided that it was going to be one of their difficult days where they just don't stop talking and misbehave. Normally I can handle that. That day... er... well, the good news is I learnt that just glaring and quietly letting them know that I'm not happy with them works rather well. I taught the class from the teacher's desk 'cause I couldn't really stand for very long at all.
Halfway through teaching group I I started shivering uncontrollably. I was absolutely freezing!. I had to go and get my jacket! I didn't really stop shivering for the rest of the night. Please keep in mind that this is the jacket that I wear when it's 0C to -5Cish or so outside.
Group J took one look at me and pointed at the door with a "Sheena, go home!". They were great. Then again they're always pretty good. I taught from the desk again. Thankfully it was a listening lesson so all I really had to do was ask questions and push the button on the cd player. The last 20 minutes they had a speaking exercise so I just put my head on the desk for that excercise. I didn't sleep, I was actually listening to them talk and I'd butt in occasionally with either a correction or a suggestion. At one point Jarek told me to put my head back on the desk and go back to dying *laughs*
So, Agnes draged me to the doctors on Wednesday morning. First place we went to was full (there's a bit of a flu epidemic happening here right now). Second place we went to wasn't. We only had to wait for about half an hour to see a doctor (it was kinda weird to just walk in and sit down without an appointment). Agnes did the translating and I got diagnosed with Bronchitis.
Joy.
One trip to the pharmicist later (and copious amounts of different anti-biotics) I'm back at home. I didn't go to work that night, or the next night. Lucja took my classes (I kinda pity my classes). I started feeling much better about three days after I visited the doctor. I slept a lot and my appetite finally came back, too! I've gone from not really wanting to eat anything to being a bottomless pit *laughs*. Though, that's probably a good thing 'cause I've lost a noticible amount of weight. My hip bones are starting to stick out and the bones in my chest are kinda visiable at the moment (little to no appetite for a couple of weeks will do that to a person) O.o So... yeah, I need to see about getting some of that weight back on.
Thankfully our winter break started on the Monday so I only missed two days of classes. Unfortunatly I had to cancel my trip to Krakow *pouts*. Two weeks off and I'm staying in Mragowo. I could probably go somewhere now, but I think I'd be safer to just stay at home and make sure I'm fully recovered before heading back to work on the 15th.
There's just one downside: I'm really, really bo~ored!!!! There's nothing to do in Mragowo. I'm planning to go on a day trip to Olsztyn tomorrow just to get me out of here for a while.
And that's what I've been up to for the last couple of weeks. Not much at all.
Rumours of my death have been greatly exaggerated *grins (I've always wanted to say that). It may've felt like I was dead/dying for a while there but I'm feeling much better now.
So, what've I been up to? Absolutely nothing. That cold that Bartosz #2 (now named the Little Shite-Head, or, He-Who-Must-Be-Killed!) gave me when he sneezed/coughed all over me (again. He's two for two right now) mutated. Little bugger gave me Bronchitis.
I was starting to feel better on Thursday and then came the weekend. I woke up very early Saturday morning (I'd slept pretty much straight through Friday O.o ) shivering like you wouldn't believe and aching everywhere. By the time Sunday rolled around I'd been visited by my old friends nausea and vomiting (which is nuts! Before this year I pretty much never threw up. I'd get the occasional bout of nausea, but never really threw up. This year *shakes head* The two times I've got sick, thank you, Bartosz, I've been visited by it. Can I go back to Australia now, please?). I also had pretty much no appetite at all (I think I ate maybe a bowl of ceral and a peice of toast all weekend).
I don't really remember much of Monday at all. I do remember walking home though. Every five steps had me coughing uncontrollably. I seriously expected to see my lungs go flopping across the footpath.
Tuesday rolled around and Agnes called me up and asked if I wanted her to take me to the doctor (I'd been coughing and looking like crap for a week. My cough was... not very nice sounding). I felt fine at the time (it was 9am, I hadn't even got out of bed yet) so told her no. A couple of hours later when I actually went to get out of bed I got a bit of a nasty shock. I had absolutely no energy at all. It takes about ten steps to get from my bed (read: fold out couch in the living room) to the bathroom.
I barely made it.
I managed to drag together enough energy to get myself across to the shops to buy a couple of bottles of Powerade, a bottle of water for the evening, and a packet of rice crackers to try and force down to get some sort of food in my stomach (It took me 45 minutes to eat one). The Powerade was to help give me enough energy to get through the night. I spent the rest of the day just flopped on the bed wondering how I was going to get through my classes and thankful that I only have two classes on a Tuesday night.
First words out of Lucja's (my boss) mouth were "What the hell are you doing here?!". First words out of Agnes' mouth were "You look like shit!" followed by "I'm taking you to the doctor tomorrow!". For once I didn't argue.
Group I thought I was sad when I first walked in. Unfortunately they decided that it was going to be one of their difficult days where they just don't stop talking and misbehave. Normally I can handle that. That day... er... well, the good news is I learnt that just glaring and quietly letting them know that I'm not happy with them works rather well. I taught the class from the teacher's desk 'cause I couldn't really stand for very long at all.
Halfway through teaching group I I started shivering uncontrollably. I was absolutely freezing!. I had to go and get my jacket! I didn't really stop shivering for the rest of the night. Please keep in mind that this is the jacket that I wear when it's 0C to -5Cish or so outside.
Group J took one look at me and pointed at the door with a "Sheena, go home!". They were great. Then again they're always pretty good. I taught from the desk again. Thankfully it was a listening lesson so all I really had to do was ask questions and push the button on the cd player. The last 20 minutes they had a speaking exercise so I just put my head on the desk for that excercise. I didn't sleep, I was actually listening to them talk and I'd butt in occasionally with either a correction or a suggestion. At one point Jarek told me to put my head back on the desk and go back to dying *laughs*
So, Agnes draged me to the doctors on Wednesday morning. First place we went to was full (there's a bit of a flu epidemic happening here right now). Second place we went to wasn't. We only had to wait for about half an hour to see a doctor (it was kinda weird to just walk in and sit down without an appointment). Agnes did the translating and I got diagnosed with Bronchitis.
Joy.
One trip to the pharmicist later (and copious amounts of different anti-biotics) I'm back at home. I didn't go to work that night, or the next night. Lucja took my classes (I kinda pity my classes). I started feeling much better about three days after I visited the doctor. I slept a lot and my appetite finally came back, too! I've gone from not really wanting to eat anything to being a bottomless pit *laughs*. Though, that's probably a good thing 'cause I've lost a noticible amount of weight. My hip bones are starting to stick out and the bones in my chest are kinda visiable at the moment (little to no appetite for a couple of weeks will do that to a person) O.o So... yeah, I need to see about getting some of that weight back on.
Thankfully our winter break started on the Monday so I only missed two days of classes. Unfortunatly I had to cancel my trip to Krakow *pouts*. Two weeks off and I'm staying in Mragowo. I could probably go somewhere now, but I think I'd be safer to just stay at home and make sure I'm fully recovered before heading back to work on the 15th.
There's just one downside: I'm really, really bo~ored!!!! There's nothing to do in Mragowo. I'm planning to go on a day trip to Olsztyn tomorrow just to get me out of here for a while.
And that's what I've been up to for the last couple of weeks. Not much at all.
