Sick Day (after day, after day)

I could use a a pair of those doggie alien contact lenses of Weasel's about now.

I've been pretty sick for the past two weeks but I've been coming to school because each day I kept thinking I was getting better. you feel a little better today, right?
Friday night I stayed at work to get my piles of papers in some order and update my school webpages and think about lesson plans for this week. Later, I met my husband and his friends for dinner on 5th Ave. I was feeling a bit off but chalked it up to a tiring week. By Saturday I felt a bit worse but figured it was the result of a sleepless Friday night after having gone to bed with a pounding headache. By Saturday evening it was written all over my face she's sick and sicker. While I managed to make an early appearance at a family cocktail party on PPW, the school auction was out of the question. Sunday dawned, I had a raging fever and pretty much every unpleasant symptom imaginable. I spent the day staying alive. By midnight, I could no longer see as my eyes were glued over with the same substance being produced by my respiratory tract. I really don't think I've ever felt this sick in my adult life.
I am home today waiting to (finally) see a doctor, not my own, mind you - he only sees people on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
Contracts are due today, I never did sign mine. I'm not sure I could even find it at this point. According to Listmaker's blog, they will officially start looking to replace me tomorrow.
Maybe we'll all get better.