There isn’t much I hate more than being sick. In fact, I can’t think of anything I hate more. That’s pretty surprising for me.
After going to sleep late because I was going, and waking up in the middle of the night because I was coughing, I got up late this morning (8:30 late – that’s nothing) and decided I should try to school. A half hour later, smelling like Vicks, coughing ’til my sides hurtm sniffling, looking in the mirror at my haggard reflection and feeling like I got hit by a bus (I might be exaggerating a tiny bit…) I realized my effort to go to class were futile. It was time to take a day off.
The thing is, I’m going to have to get dressed and go to Walmart sometime today to get some tea, some cough candies, etc., and I don’t want to. I just want to go to bed and sleep for a week. But I can’t. Midterm tomorrow. Luckily I’ve actually been studying for a couple of days and am in good shape, so I won’t stress out too much today.
I am not a good patient when I am sick, though. I do two contradicting things. I a) complain and exaggerate my symptoms as if my death was near, but b) refuse to lay down and stay still to heal, working until I basically have to stay home due to exhaustion. So, I speak of my impending death while working like a madwoman. Yeah. I don’t get it either.
But I will live. This is the worst I’ve been sick for quite a while, so I’m probably due. And when I get sick, I’m usually down and out for weeks, including recovery. Lucky for me, schoolwork doesn’t always involve me actually having to go to school, and when it does, I’m hardly there. So I’ll sit here and study like a madwoman, all the time bemoaning my fate and when I’m better I’ll act as if it was nothing.
Oh, help me…