ick
I'm back in Littleton now, taking advantage of how close my family lives to me. Why? Because I'm sickly like the old lady on the bus who coughs all over everyone. But let's back up
Two nights ago, my throat started hurting and I coughed all over. I felt completely unmotivated and did absolutely no homework. Preston suggested that it was because I haven't been smoking lately. Something about my lungs finally getting a chance to get rid of all the crap in them, and that being why I'm all coughy.
The next day, my throat was swole but I was ok otherwise. Supertired but I figured that was a result of lack of sleep. Around 1530, I crashed out , only to wake up a couple hours later in a ball of cold sweat. Blaming it on my usage of a comforter when it's 80 degrees out, I went back to sleep again. Around 1830, I called home and told my parents and they said maybe they'd come fetch me. After my dearest of roomies brought home a thermometer and it told me I was at 101, my mom agreed that coming home was the best for all.
This way, none of my other roommates would get sick, and since my family is super paranoid about ze germies, they wouldn't either. And here I am, lounging about, letting them keep me quarantined.
"More gatorade?"
"Yes please, mama. Could you bring it to me since I'm not allowed to open the fridge?"
If I even look at the food, it'll all have my icky virus. No cleaning for me, don't touch anything. Just sit in your room and sleep sleep sleep. I want to say I hate this. (It'd be a lie.)
It'll suck when I get sick in Guam and can't go home and be taken care of. (does that count as ending a sentence with a preposition?)
Who will make me ramen when my head is filled with mash potatoes and my muscles aren't working? What if my Ant is out to sea? GASP! Will I finally learn how to take care of myself?
One way to find out, right? Right. And now, more NyQuil (Big N little y Big FUCKING Q!) and off to beddy with me.
Two nights ago, my throat started hurting and I coughed all over. I felt completely unmotivated and did absolutely no homework. Preston suggested that it was because I haven't been smoking lately. Something about my lungs finally getting a chance to get rid of all the crap in them, and that being why I'm all coughy.
The next day, my throat was swole but I was ok otherwise. Supertired but I figured that was a result of lack of sleep. Around 1530, I crashed out , only to wake up a couple hours later in a ball of cold sweat. Blaming it on my usage of a comforter when it's 80 degrees out, I went back to sleep again. Around 1830, I called home and told my parents and they said maybe they'd come fetch me. After my dearest of roomies brought home a thermometer and it told me I was at 101, my mom agreed that coming home was the best for all.
This way, none of my other roommates would get sick, and since my family is super paranoid about ze germies, they wouldn't either. And here I am, lounging about, letting them keep me quarantined.
"More gatorade?"
"Yes please, mama. Could you bring it to me since I'm not allowed to open the fridge?"
If I even look at the food, it'll all have my icky virus. No cleaning for me, don't touch anything. Just sit in your room and sleep sleep sleep. I want to say I hate this. (It'd be a lie.)
It'll suck when I get sick in Guam and can't go home and be taken care of. (does that count as ending a sentence with a preposition?)
Who will make me ramen when my head is filled with mash potatoes and my muscles aren't working? What if my Ant is out to sea? GASP! Will I finally learn how to take care of myself?
One way to find out, right? Right. And now, more NyQuil (Big N little y Big FUCKING Q!) and off to beddy with me.
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