I'll stand and fight until it's over

Today was a long day, but I soldiered through it (just barely).  I had to be at school early for a special breakfast for students who brought up their grades.  It about killed me to drag myself out of bed at 5 a.m. and put on a dress.  It was "Wacky Wednesday" for spirit day, and if I were feeling like myself, I would have brought a change of crazy, mismatched clothes to put on after the breakfast, once the parents had left the building, but I just didn't feel up to putting forth the extra effort.  My students were confused when they came to school and saw me looking so well-coordinated on Wacky Wednesday.  I felt bad for disappointing them, like I'd let them down.  It's just hard to stay upbeat when I feel so bad, I can barely function.

After school, we had a staff meeting, so I was also late coming home, and by that point, I felt completely brain dead.  I usually go over to my parents' house for dinner on Wednesday nights, but I didn't want to infect anyone else, so I'm staying home.  I wouldn't have been very social anyway; my throat feels like it's being stabbed by a thousand knives, so it hurts to talk.  Going to bed early again tonight, after I watch Survivor...  Please pray for me!