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Sick Teacher

I feel like death warmed up. I've spent most of the day asleep, when I'm not in the toilet either vomiting or expelling things through every orifice in my body - and that's as about as descriptive as I'm going to get.

I'm particularly peeved as I need to be in school this week to carry out the student assessments. I guess I'll have to do them when I feel well enough.

I don't know if I've got a stomach bug or food poisoning but the sooner I can shake off my high temperature and keep some food down - the happier I'll be.

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Anonymous said…
Wish you better Claude. All the women in our house had this last week. It only lasted for 2-3 days though.

Refu-ah Sh'lamah


Bradley
Monday, 07 November, 2005
The Scribbler said…
Thank you both for your kind words. I'm glad to say that I am now feeling better.

As for the suggestion that I "enlarge the conversation as to WHAT is being expelled from every orifice of your body".....forget it! If I wanted to get graphical, I would have done so already.
Tuesday, 08 November, 2005
Just said…
Hi Teacher,

Great that you did not stop Blogging. Get well soon. I have a couple of sneezers over here too ...
Tuesday, 08 November, 2005
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