Day 172,
I’m told that I collapsed in the middle of class yesterday. I woke up in bed with Huan standing over me. Apparently the so-called Children’s Fever is considerably worse when contracted by adults. Another one of those things that people don’t think to tell me because they take it for granted. Or in this case, perhaps more like they forgot I was liable to catch it. Somehow the old archivist managed to never come down with it. Not sure if he just didn’t have any sick kids in class, he avoided them better, was somehow immune regardless, or just got lucky.
Huan says the last time he saw an adult catch it was back when he was apprenticed to his father. He didn’t mince words telling me it would be bad. Dizziness, coughs, congestion, fever, nausea, the list went on. His bedside manner could use some work.
Speaking of bedside, he’s confined me to mine for the time being. He and Lin will be by in shifts for most of the day to check in on me.
I asked about the classes. He said Cass and Pat are talking about having him substitute again. Either that or just call them off until I’m better. Which will be days at least, and, if I’m very unlucky, weeks at worst.
At least I have plenty of reading material.
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