Thursday, November 6, 2008

Sick, sick, sick


I really was. Tuesday night, I was watching a movie with my roommates, and I kept complaining about how cold it felt in our living room. I was freezing! Everyone else seemed to handle the temperature just fine.
It never crossed my mind that it was just me, until I went to bed. I couldn't stop shaking, and I couldn't get warm. I shivered and shivered until I couldn't take it any longer. I got up and took a hot bath. That helped, but getting out of bed also made me realize how gross I felt; I was very dizzy, nauseous, and my hands and feet were completely pale and my nerves were tingling. And then the headache started.
I couldn't sleep. After about an hour, I finally drifted off and found myself in the midst of a dream. I was in a classroom at school. One of my instructors was teaching a new technique of mapping outcrops on a geologic map. Once I'd really gotten the hang of it, I woke up. Don't ask me now what it's all about, or why it was even useful.
My bed was no longer comfortable. I sought refuge on the couch, still fearing that the cold living room air was going to bring on the chills again.
I turned to the television to take my mind off the upset stomach, and the new symptom of a sore throat.
The election results were all over the news. I've never stayed up to really follow it all, but this year I did. Somewhere around 5:30am I dozed off soundly until around 8am.
Waking up was bad. I was sick, tired, achy, and couldn't really leave the house.
I had to turn in a lab for one of my classes, or I would lose points, so I bundled up the best I could (it had snowed a few inches) and headed off to campus.
I explained my situation to my professors. Am I the only one who hates doing that? Even when you're legitimately too sick to do anything, you still feel pangs of guilt for using it as an excuse? I don't know why, but I always do.
The rest of the day went like this:
sleep, watch TV, force myself to eat something, use the bathroom, repeat.
Toward the end of the day, I was feeling a lot better, though still pretty achy and tired.
I'm feeling a lot better today. On the way to the library, I relished the moment; I felt good enough to be outside and walk around and breathe fresh air!
This really hasn't been a very positive post -but it's honest. Isn't that what my readers are seeking? Don't thank me, really.

4 comments:

Stormy said...

Crap, I'm sorry you felt like that. I got that same exact thing while I was in Ecuador! No Bueno!

Alicia said...

Ugh. That sucks! Glad you're feeling better (Wouldn't want the birthday boy on the sick list).

Your comment made me laugh so hard. Yes, my child is a product of "the street". That's where she learned everything she knows, like how to count. But she counts off
"1, 2, 2, 5!" so the Street needs to step up (2).

Steven said...

No Problem (Child ...2)!!!

Alona said...

Poor Steven! I hate being sick! I'm glad you're feeling better!