It all started how all my weekends start the confidence that I will finally pick up and put all my clean clothes in the closet, wash the exponentially growing pile of dirty laundry on the floor, and a feeling that this weekend somehow magically I will catch up with everything. I am firm believer in lazy, relaxing weekends, the problem is that all my weekends are relaxing, no I am most definitely not complaining but a little action would be nice now and again. Ya, I know some of you will take “action” out of context but I am leaving it there regardless.
Saturday morning came, I was up at 7 am anticipating to go to volunteer training I took a shower and I realized that I am way to tired and my throat was a bit raspy and sore. Sunday morning I wake up to an achy body, somewhat labored breathing, and the desire to reside in my bed for the rest of the week. I feel like crap. I slept with three blankets on-why is my conforter still in the closet?- while donning sweat pants, a long sleeved shirt, a hoodie, with the hood on to keep all possible heat from escaping.
Today was worse, well I thought it was better until mid afternoon when my back decided to start hurting because I am assuming my immune system is quite weakened by this point, but I refuse to take medicine. Why? It’s called tough love if you let your immune system go now and not fight only with the aid of medicine it will be a weak, crippled, helpless thing, so that is why I am putting on a fight all naturally. Ok, there is a possibility that it may back fire you know since I am getting worse, considering that today coughing decided to be included with my symptoms. I have been popping Hall’s like House pops vicodin-yes that is a House reference.
So in conclusion this has been quite an interesting weekend, not in the sense that I was expecting but you know life throws curve balls, especially when you ride a germ infested train twice a week, along with a million other people. I am hoping that my lungs somehow stay contained in my chest cavity for I have a great need for them to survive, but with each cough threatening to expel one of them I will have to be careful.
The funniest and scariest part of this whole thing is that karma is a bitch and it’s worse when it comes looking for you. I can’t skip school tomorrow,no matter how gross my coughing and leaky nose are, because not only did I already skip my night class which only allows one excused absence, I skipped it without a legitimate excuse. So tomorrow unless I somehow die or go in a comma or go to the doctor to beg for a note I AM SCREWED! But this is what happens when you decide a little head ache is worth skipping a class for. It most definitely is not, especially since I cannot see the future. Oh but how I wish I could.
