I was sick for a while. Last Friday, I started to get a bit of a cough and a headache, but I didn’t have a fever yet, so I went about life as usual. It wasn’t until Monday, my senior night, that I entered fever temperatures and was forced into isolation.

The isolation room is like being in exile. You can’t talk to people in person, and the teachers give you food with masks and the utmost protection. I was too busy burning up to notice the day passing by. When I thought my temperature was decreasing, it would spike up, and I’d lie waiting for the sweet relief of the cold AC. On Tuesday, my temperature was normal during the day, but when it was checked at night, it spiked again, and I had to spend another day in isolation.

My friends came to visit, and they brought life into the dull room. The room itself is pretty cute. I’m glad student leaders were able to work with the nurse to put up decorations.

My mom visited me when she picked up my sister for her dentist appointment. I think her visiting me boosted my spirits enough to finally stop feeling feverish. Her angelic presence blessed me with Gatorade and chicken soup.

I hope I never get sick again.

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