Sick as a god. Dog. Whatever.
Been pushing myself to the limit this past week, stubbornly refusing to miss even a single day of work despite doctor’s orders to the contrary. Fact of the matter is, term exams are just around the corner and, should I be absent, it’s my students who will ultimately pay the price — such, at least, is my perspective. Thus, I’m suffering for their benefit. Me, the martyr.
Christ, this illness is incurring a messiah complex… or amplifying a pre-existing one, depending on your point of view.
Anyways, I’m ever-so-grateful that tomorrow marks the beginning of the weekend. Plenty of work to be done, sure, but at least I’ll have the opportunity to rest my voice and catch a few extra hours of downtime.