Tuesday, February 12

Regression to Toddlerhood

I've been sick and miserable for the past 5 days. I'm not often sick, so when I am, it's really the end of the world. Even with my melodrama, though, it was pretty bad-- aches and pains, congestion, sore throat, nausea, exhaustion, basically everything short of a fever, and I'm not entirely sure I never had one of those.

Brit has been superb the entire time. I couldn't ask for a better nurse. He's forced me to eat, gotten drugs and chicken soup, and even bought me a sippy cup at my request. Though not without some strange looks. Really, though, it's my favorite thing of all. Have you ever tried drinking something while lying flat on your back? It's not a pretty picture. Toddlers have it right with this sippy-cup idea.

The worst part about being sick as an adult, I think, is the fact that life can no longer stop while you lie miserable in bed. I've had two exams and a quiz over the weekend, none of which i felt up to doing. And now I have the homework I've put off that I need to do for thursday. It's not fair, really. I feel like I'm dying. Can't I just die in peace?

I'm feeling better, though. Mostly the drugs, probably. But Brit forced me to go to the Student Health Center, and to my surprise, they didn't make me feel like a melodramatic fool with an overblown cold. I got my antibiotics, my decongestants, and something to open up my chest from "mild bronchitis." At least I won't have to miss out on family fun this weekend. That's the only reason I agreed to go in the first place.

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