For three long days I’ve been walking around in a hazy, bacteria induced, throat lozenge dependent, world. I’ve been a functionally ill person. Yesterday, I drifted to three classes, spent four hours in the library, showed up at a news meeting in a daze sounding like a horse in labor, and went to an SI in which I was already so far gone that it probably made my quiz score worse.
The funny thing is, I don’t really remember any of this. It’s all blurry wreckage in my mind. I do remember walking across the quad and being tempted to lay down and fall asleep…
I have managed to pass my sickness on to three of my roommates, which frankly sucks. There’s this scene in the LDS version of Pride and Prejudice, if you live in Utah I’m sure you know it well.
At one time the producer of this movie must have been a really sick person in college, because they hit the nail on the head.
I’m sitting on the couch, surrounded by used tissues, watching Gilmore Girls. Don’t judge me.
My eyes ache, my throat burns, my head pounds. I’m staring a week’s worth of garbage, wishing I had energy to move five feet and take it out.
I take vitamin C, I get enough sleep, and I eat spinach. Sickness takes no favorites.