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.