Unlike everyone else, I hate being sick
Sarcasm is one of my stronger personality traits.
This week I have been sick.
I had two upcoming quizzes, and really didn't think I would be able to make it to school.
Last night I got sick of being sick, so,
I added two blankets to my bed, raised the thermostat to 80, put an electric heating pad on my chest and put on my warmest winter hat. I am not going to pretend that the next 48 minutes were my favorite of the week, but they may have been the most beneficial to me.
As I lay in bed attempting to breath steadily through the cocoon of muggy hotness that enveloped me, struggling not to moan because of the splitting pain covering my entire head and the muscle pains and random spasms I had been experiencing for the past two days, I remembered some time when I was young feeling the same way on a hot summer night. Anyone acquainted with me knows I never complain about the natural heat, but the pains of a smothered fever are not agreeable to me nor anyone I've met so far.
It seems like anytime I get really sick I think I can just wait it out and it will improve. I usually take some vitamins and drink lots of fluids, you know the stuff you should do, but it always seems to have a minimal effect. In my experience, it is only once I take some drastic step to assist my welfare that I experience a noticeable improvement. The whole time I was laying there, and thinking about summer, I was really annoyed with how sick I was and with how cold it has been here in KC.
Winter is a time when I seem to shut down, a sort of mental and emotional hibernation.
I thrive in the heat with green everything around me and the smells and sounds of everything alive moving around me. I long for it when it's gone, and when it is here I am thankful for it everyday. I am religious about my appreciation for temperate conditions.
So there I am waiting it out, artificially heated, being suffocated by the dry stale air, breathing way to heavy and to fast to be healthy, not sure if I will be able to tolerate it any longer, just hoping for some temporary relief as the illness runs it's course, hoping for a segue
-- and finally, it breaks!
Stinky, smelly, soggy sweat!! The best feeling, such a relief, relaxation all over my body, sweat from every pour, not a dry spot on me. I kept the covers tightly on my for another ten minutes and really burned it out then ripped them off to cool down.
The night was an easy one to sleep through, much appreciated by this long-time insomniac.
This morning I got up unusually well rested, made it to school early, flew through the quizzes, did fantastically and that's not even the best of it.
I am quickly recovering, I slept phenomenally, I focused perfectly in class, but best of all, today, February 4th, it got up to 60 degrees and I have the day off from work!
This week I have been sick.
I had two upcoming quizzes, and really didn't think I would be able to make it to school.
Last night I got sick of being sick, so,
I added two blankets to my bed, raised the thermostat to 80, put an electric heating pad on my chest and put on my warmest winter hat. I am not going to pretend that the next 48 minutes were my favorite of the week, but they may have been the most beneficial to me.
As I lay in bed attempting to breath steadily through the cocoon of muggy hotness that enveloped me, struggling not to moan because of the splitting pain covering my entire head and the muscle pains and random spasms I had been experiencing for the past two days, I remembered some time when I was young feeling the same way on a hot summer night. Anyone acquainted with me knows I never complain about the natural heat, but the pains of a smothered fever are not agreeable to me nor anyone I've met so far.
It seems like anytime I get really sick I think I can just wait it out and it will improve. I usually take some vitamins and drink lots of fluids, you know the stuff you should do, but it always seems to have a minimal effect. In my experience, it is only once I take some drastic step to assist my welfare that I experience a noticeable improvement. The whole time I was laying there, and thinking about summer, I was really annoyed with how sick I was and with how cold it has been here in KC.
Winter is a time when I seem to shut down, a sort of mental and emotional hibernation.
I thrive in the heat with green everything around me and the smells and sounds of everything alive moving around me. I long for it when it's gone, and when it is here I am thankful for it everyday. I am religious about my appreciation for temperate conditions.
So there I am waiting it out, artificially heated, being suffocated by the dry stale air, breathing way to heavy and to fast to be healthy, not sure if I will be able to tolerate it any longer, just hoping for some temporary relief as the illness runs it's course, hoping for a segue
-- and finally, it breaks!
Stinky, smelly, soggy sweat!! The best feeling, such a relief, relaxation all over my body, sweat from every pour, not a dry spot on me. I kept the covers tightly on my for another ten minutes and really burned it out then ripped them off to cool down.
The night was an easy one to sleep through, much appreciated by this long-time insomniac.
This morning I got up unusually well rested, made it to school early, flew through the quizzes, did fantastically and that's not even the best of it.
I am quickly recovering, I slept phenomenally, I focused perfectly in class, but best of all, today, February 4th, it got up to 60 degrees and I have the day off from work!
posted by Joses @ 2:32 PM
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