Life When Sick; Why Does It Go On?

You know what's hard? Going to school and being sick. I don't want to go to class today. I guarantee you the other students do not want me to go to school today. Whatever I have is bad. My head hurts so much I can hardly look at this screen. I just want to go back to bed. But I can't.

Because the professor's sick policy is: "We don't care if you are dead. You come to class. Attendance is mandatory." Now, I'm sure there must be some provision for a doctor's note, an excused absence or something, but you know what's even harder for me than getting to school for 12:50 today? Finding a doctor, getting an appointment, paying a $50 copay, and getting a note. Then how do I get the note to her? She probably has a fax number, but I don't know it. So add finding the professor's fax number to that list of things to do. And I'd have to do all of this with my kids, because to get a doctor's note before 12:50 means I'm not going to be able to bring them to school. (They're better today.)

So, I'll just go. I'll bring disinfectant stuff, and maybe even a mask because I wouldn't wish this bug on my worst enemy. I'll try not to sleep in class, and muddle through somehow. Then I'll come home and write another paper, due at midnight.

I don't really have a point here. I'm too sick to have a point. All I know is that I don't support having to get a doctor's note when you're sick. It's too hard.

Life goes on. Sorry everyone in that class. I will do my best not to get you sick. I'd skip this if I could.