Being Sick

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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Sick

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I hate being sick. When I’m sick, everything sucks. From the never-ending headache all the way to the sore throat. It’s that one minute when you might feel fine, and the next you feel like your body is made of lead and weighs 3,000 pounds. The thing I hate most of all is the sore throat. It makes me feel like you have just swallowed a million glass shards, and each one is getting stuck in my esophagus.

The pain feels never-ending, even when I find a way to relieve it, it quickly returns. My solution to this is usually to drink the hottest thing I can get my hands on, from just regular hot water to tea with honey. It isn’t just the symptoms that make getting sick horrible; it is also the days you miss.

When you’re sick, you miss out on a lot of things, too, from homework to current events. When you do get better, you realise you still have to make up for the work you missed and hear everything that happened second-hand.

Pink eye

To clear up some confusion, I did not get pink eye by engaging in unholy activities. My current hypothesis is that I got it at the motel I was staying at when I went to play volleyball or at the tournament and when I shook hands with the other team and then wiped my forehead, which caused the bacteria to get in my eye. I’m not a doctor, so I don’t know all the symptoms, but I can share the ones I was experiencing. The main few things were redness in my eyes, which made people a bit suspicious that I was doing some corrupt activities, itchiness in both my eyes (since I had it in both eyes), and the most interesting one was I was my eyes were sensitive to light so things look either really blurry or really bright I would go outside and just get blinded, and if I look at a lightbulb, I would see rainbows around it in a circle. Honestly, it wasn’t the worst thing I’ve experienced before. I would definitely rather have it than pink eye than a fever, so my rating is 4.5/10.

Well Hello, Sickness

Sick. Oh the joy of being sick (please note the sarcasm).

Yes it’s nice to spend a day inside, reading a book that you’ve postponed because of all of that school. It’s nice to avoid classes for a day or two, taking an extended weekend that only you have the privilege of getting. But is also miserable. A terrible feeling in your stomach, and more headaches then you are used to. Your mom taking you out of school to give you her herbal medicines instead of the regular medicines the nurse will give you. You take a sip of the awful tasting medicine with a wince; it always seems to get stuck in your throat. Your dog, always trying to nibble away at your feet until there is only bone left. Cursing yourself for forgetting your Chemistry Lab Book in your dorm room when you need it for a paper that is long overdue. Procrastinating doing your homework simply because you don’t have a predetermined study time.

Yes, sometimes you crave a sick day, but other times, you just want to avoid it. After being off campus for almost a complete two days, and then finally being brought back, I can’t decide if I’m happy to be just healthy enough, or sad because I’m no longer at home.

Dear My Sick Day,
I guarantee that in two weeks time, I will be remembering you and wishing you were with me once again.