It's not rotten, it's a good brain!
Apr. 25th, 2003 11:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cosmolinguistI hate the day before you get the sore throat, when you sometimes notice it being tickly or feel weird when you swallow and you think (I think, anyway), Hmmm, I may be coming down with something there ... but I might not! You dread the sore throat. Then you try to go on living your life and not thinking about how you may be getting sick. That's how I do it, anyway. Because sometimes my throat just is weird and scratchy, and nothing ever comes of it.
This is not one of those times. That day was yesterday, and today I woke up with a very sore throat. Before I even recognized where I was (I think I was dreaming weirdly again, like the night before when I had a creepy dream that somehow involved the Mall of America ... the outside looked like the Mall of America but the inside was no place I'd ever been; it was as if someone who'd never been there was dreaming it, but I've been there at least a dozen times), I knew that I had a sore throat.
I then noticed that I couldn't breathe through my nose at all. I tried to move and it hurt. I somehow felt hot (though in my summer pajamas) and cold (though under a blanket) at the same time. My muscles are all achy and I have a little of a headache, the kind that is probably due to my head being congested.
So, I'm not in class. I only had two of my four today, anyway, and they're the two I usually skip whenever I can get away from it, which I knew I could today. Gives me time to clean. Our room is a disaster. Michele says the bathroom stinks, which is probably overstatement but I had said I'd clean it yesterday and didn't get around to it. Now I really don't want to because I feel crappy but I daren't incur Michele's wrath again.
When Jenn woke up and asked me how I was, I said, "I am sick." It hurt to talk. I forgot how much I hate having a sore throat. She asked what was wrong; I described it for her. She said, "Oh, maybe you have what I got." I couldn't remember Jenn being sick recently ... except the sinus thing:
Which reminds me: I've encountered a new development. Sneezing. Sneezing hurts when you have a sore throat! So do hiccups. You realize the most amazing things when you are sick.
I wonder if I have a fever. I wonder if we have any decongestant in this house (I know Hall's are too much to hope for). I wonder if I should go to work. I'm not debilitatingly sick, now, but I don't really want to get anybody else sick. It's ironic: after spending two days trying to get this weekend off so I can hang out with my friends and have fun, I might end up not working because I'm infected with something.
This is not one of those times. That day was yesterday, and today I woke up with a very sore throat. Before I even recognized where I was (I think I was dreaming weirdly again, like the night before when I had a creepy dream that somehow involved the Mall of America ... the outside looked like the Mall of America but the inside was no place I'd ever been; it was as if someone who'd never been there was dreaming it, but I've been there at least a dozen times), I knew that I had a sore throat.
I then noticed that I couldn't breathe through my nose at all. I tried to move and it hurt. I somehow felt hot (though in my summer pajamas) and cold (though under a blanket) at the same time. My muscles are all achy and I have a little of a headache, the kind that is probably due to my head being congested.
So, I'm not in class. I only had two of my four today, anyway, and they're the two I usually skip whenever I can get away from it, which I knew I could today. Gives me time to clean. Our room is a disaster. Michele says the bathroom stinks, which is probably overstatement but I had said I'd clean it yesterday and didn't get around to it. Now I really don't want to because I feel crappy but I daren't incur Michele's wrath again.
When Jenn woke up and asked me how I was, I said, "I am sick." It hurt to talk. I forgot how much I hate having a sore throat. She asked what was wrong; I described it for her. She said, "Oh, maybe you have what I got." I couldn't remember Jenn being sick recently ... except the sinus thing:
"I have a sinus infection, I have decided that I have a seperate civilization living in my nose...evil slime aliens, and they are trying to make renovations or something, or maybe they are inventing cold fusion, either way it sure is painful, with every bomb that they sent off, the pressure behind my eye sockets increases, until
BAMB I blow...
Then the little Evil Slime aliens weather channel goes nuts...Flash huricanne, oh no Tornado...Earthquake...
I take a few of them out but they persist...I have strewn countless of their slimy green bodies all over the place, and yet the continue to battle...Cold fussion isnt that important is it?
My little armies have begun to move in but their forces are sadly slaughtered as the evil slime monsters are advancing...
Maybe I will have to embloy some UNJIS to come in and back them up...basically the UN of Jenns Immune System... comeing in the form of Antibotics..."
Which reminds me: I've encountered a new development. Sneezing. Sneezing hurts when you have a sore throat! So do hiccups. You realize the most amazing things when you are sick.
I wonder if I have a fever. I wonder if we have any decongestant in this house (I know Hall's are too much to hope for). I wonder if I should go to work. I'm not debilitatingly sick, now, but I don't really want to get anybody else sick. It's ironic: after spending two days trying to get this weekend off so I can hang out with my friends and have fun, I might end up not working because I'm infected with something.