Ugh, the Ughiness of Ughdom

I have some serious stomach problems.  Yesterday after work when the little angel and I went jogging (well, I jog and she waves to squirrels from the jogging stroller), I actually had to drag her into the Burger King restroom with me while I sweated and felt my stomach heave unproductively.

After a restless sleep, I awoke also feeling ughy.  It's not really ughy enough to call in sick, considering I work from home.  I have only taken one sick day since I started working from home, and that was because the little angel was also sick.  Working from home makes it pretty hard to call in. Unless your head hurts so bad you can't see the screen, there's really no excuse.

Now I'm trying to decide if it's ughy enough to preclude me from driving a half-hour to Kansas to teach my class tonight. I get one sick day per semester.  If I use it today, I will throw off my entire syllabus, since they're supposed to get back their essays today.  They will not care if this happens.  They will throw their Sidekick cell phones in the air with glee at the idea of having all the assignments pushed back a week.  They will abuse the substitute and disappear at the break, if she is silly enough to give them one. 

On the other hand, what if I get REALLY REALLY sick later in the semester and have nothing left?  Or what if I end up with my beloved out of town for work and my mother can't come to watch the little angel and all my friends hate me and won't help out? 

I'm being ridiculous.  The problem is that the ugh factor is right on the line.  I will probably go.  I'm dumb like that.

Ugh.

And for those of you in the peanut gallery who would think it would be really funny if I were pregnant again, that's not it.  Morning sickness for me does not set in this early.  I take those pill things.  La la la la la la la la