FLU EVENT: Rain, Rain... (o)
Jun 20, 2011 17:12:35 GMT -5
Post by Kateri Rivera on Jun 20, 2011 17:12:35 GMT -5
Kateri knew she shouldn’t technically be in at work. She’d been out for two days, curled up in her bathroom, not answering the phone, not showering, and basically…being gross? She knew she made a horrible patient. When she was sick, she never wanted to do anything. That included taking medication, listening to directions, and sleeping. She preferred to stay still and wait it out through sheer stubbornness.
At least she had no roommate or family to bother with her grumpiness. Some might have viewed that as a negative, but Kateri thought it was a plus. She really tended to irritate people when she was sick.
However, the being a bad patient did tend to apply to other things as well. One of those other important facts was that Kateri didn’t much believe in a “rest” period. As soon as it was possible for her to get on her feet and get out the door and back to work, she was going to do it.
Which was why, after a weekend from hell spent recovering in her bathroom, she was now back in the classroom. She didn’t look very good, to be fair. Her red hair was kept back in its braid more not to scare people than because she liked it that way, and her skin was almost ghostly pale. Her eyes had both bags AND were red-rimmed, and her nose was completely red. She also still felt horrible, in spite of a handful of medication that she’d taken before walking out the door.
She came in late to the classroom, looking irritated and tired and, surprisingly, all bundled up. She still had the chills, which probably meant fever, but she thought one of the pills was supposed to have fixed that. She came to stand behind her desk and slowly pulled things out of her bag. First came two boxes of tissues, put at the corner of her desk. Then came a large thing of hand sanitizer, for the students who were afraid of getting sick (and really, who could blame them?) At last, she grabbed her notes and set them on her desk with a loud “thump,” then glared at the people in the class.
This was either going to go badly or worse. It all depended on how far the students tried to push it.
“So!” she said with false brightness that was only offset by the fact that her nose sounded like someone had put two stoppers into it. “Who’s finished their hombwork?”
Hopefully someone says yes, or I can’t guarantee how this is going to go.
At least she had no roommate or family to bother with her grumpiness. Some might have viewed that as a negative, but Kateri thought it was a plus. She really tended to irritate people when she was sick.
However, the being a bad patient did tend to apply to other things as well. One of those other important facts was that Kateri didn’t much believe in a “rest” period. As soon as it was possible for her to get on her feet and get out the door and back to work, she was going to do it.
Which was why, after a weekend from hell spent recovering in her bathroom, she was now back in the classroom. She didn’t look very good, to be fair. Her red hair was kept back in its braid more not to scare people than because she liked it that way, and her skin was almost ghostly pale. Her eyes had both bags AND were red-rimmed, and her nose was completely red. She also still felt horrible, in spite of a handful of medication that she’d taken before walking out the door.
She came in late to the classroom, looking irritated and tired and, surprisingly, all bundled up. She still had the chills, which probably meant fever, but she thought one of the pills was supposed to have fixed that. She came to stand behind her desk and slowly pulled things out of her bag. First came two boxes of tissues, put at the corner of her desk. Then came a large thing of hand sanitizer, for the students who were afraid of getting sick (and really, who could blame them?) At last, she grabbed her notes and set them on her desk with a loud “thump,” then glared at the people in the class.
This was either going to go badly or worse. It all depended on how far the students tried to push it.
“So!” she said with false brightness that was only offset by the fact that her nose sounded like someone had put two stoppers into it. “Who’s finished their hombwork?”
Hopefully someone says yes, or I can’t guarantee how this is going to go.
