Okay, by now you should know that Erin started preschool this week. She seems to be enjoying it, but hasn’t gotten the hang of actually going to sleep during nap time yet. I’m sure you can imagine the fun I’m having trying to get an overly tired toddler ready for school each morning. Yeah. good times.
Now before we could even officially enroll her, they asked that I come in and spend half a day with her, which I did last Wednesday. I hung out, on a tiny little chair, all morning. Calming her when she was upset and nudging her back to her chair when she tried to roam off and do her own thing. Yeah, that was fun too. This whole preschool thing is obviously trying to kill me.
And you may think I’m speaking figuratively, but I’m not. And here’s why. I left class this morning feeling a little blah. Chalked it up to getting assigned a crap enlarger and not getting my photogram done. By the time I got home I was trying to remember if I had actually ingested some developer because I was really starting to feel strange. In a not good, have I been poisoned? way. I dismissed that as silly and ate my lunch. Then I had 2 hours before my doctors appointment at 2 and then my session with Evil Trainer Adam at 3*. Instead of hopping on the computer and trying to get some work done, I sat in my chair and read. I figured what the hell, I’ve been busy all week I’ll just take it easy what with being poisoned and all. Plus I’m near the end of my book and it’s getting exciting.
Before I left for the doctors, I changed into gym clothes and popped a couple Advil because my head was starting to hurt. Now my doctors appointment was just to get my prescription refilled – totally routine. I’m weighed and then the nurse takes my temperature. And I have a fever. huh. And the longer I sit on the exam table waiting for the doctor, the clammier and dizzier I feel. Interesting. I start to think about who wanted me outta the picture and had access to my water bottle… hmm, paranoid much?
So I’m telling the dr. how I’m feeling and my recent headache history when the subject of Erin staring preschool comes up. Aha, rooms full of 3 foot tall walking talking petri-dishes of doom. And then I mention my half day spent at preschool and TA-DA! 5 days to incubate and here I am – sick.
damn. I’m going to take a nap.