My Sickness

I am quite ill.

Practically on my deathbed really. Except I hope not because the bed in my apartment was provided by the cheap-o owners of this complex and it is very hard. So if this is really my deathbed, then I got totally screwed in the deathbed department because I’m going to die on something as hard as a rock.

The bacteria/virus invaded my system early Tuesday morning. I woke up, took one breath and I knew it: I was a victim of the common cold.

When I lived in the dorms as a freshman, I was sick practically from the day I moved in until the day I moved out. Seriously. I got the flu, food poisoning, pink eye, two infections, the cold at least four times, and a discovered food allergies from cafeteria food that I never knew I had. That was all second semester, by the way. I considered it a victory when I went a full week without having to have any nyquil. I’m probably the only kid you know who makes sure her Mom schedules her flu shot because I’ve had the flu and I will gladly take an uncomfortable shot that lasts two seconds over puking for a full week.

In the apartments, me and the roommate have breathing room. So, I’ve gotten two colds this year, but that’s all. Not too bad. Until, that is, The Incident occurred.

About a week ago, I was on the bus. While I hate public transportation, I also hate walking in the cold. Therefore, public transportation lured me into its warm vicinity and forced me to sit next a heavyset male who was listening to his ipod while mouthing along to the words. That should have made me suspicious. I don’t trust people who silently sing along to their ipods. An ipod is a private experience between you and the music. Why should you mouth the words? Are you trying to show off? Am I supposed to sing along too? Why are you bragging that you have an ipod that you can sing too? The whole thing is just a riddle that can’t be solved.

Anyways, suspicious ipod user then sneezed. And I knew it was over. I knew I was going to be sick.

My mother likes to claim that it’s my own fault that I get sick all the time. Technically, she has a point. I have this thing about washing my hands before I eat. As in, I don’t do it. I hate water so, in order to avoid it, I’m willing to take my chances. Of course, now that I can’t breathe out of my nose and I’ve asked my friends if they have any last words to say to me, I’m wishing I would have just used the damn soap and washed away this ridiculous virus.

Getting sick is a little extra rough for me, in my defense though. I work at a hospital, so getting sick means that I can’t go to work. That’s bittersweet, considering it means I get to sleep in instead of working, but I don’t get paid. Also, I’m training for a half marathon, so I have to run five days a week. Getting a cold means I have to take a few days off because I’m running a slight fever and strenuous exercise with a fever means that you know, your heart could fail. I’m trying to avoid that, although with the way this illness is going, that could happen anyways.

I also have an exam tomorrow. But because my head is pounding, I’m finding it difficult to focus. I’ve been trying to memorize three ratio equations since Tuesday. Somehow I think it might just be a lost cause.

My body needs some rest now. It is fighting a losing battle. Please leave your condolences below.