Warning.
I may or may not have coughed on this blog. You may want to take precautionary measures such as wearing a face mask, sterile gloves, thoroughly washing your hands every 2 minutes or so, or burning your computer after use. If you get sick or start showing symptoms of illness as a result of this blog, you may not hold me, my body, or affiliates of my body at fault legally, illegally or otherwise. By reading this you have agreed to the terms and conditions previously stated. Ha HA! Got you NOW!
Just to clarify, I am still sick. I am not, however, hallucinating-existentialism-fever-dreams sick like I was yesterday. I've got to give my body credit, it knows when to throw shit like this at me. All week (or since Wednesday round-abouts) I had this little annoyance in my throat just behind that little dip in between my collar bones. This persisted till Friday, when right after precal, after I ate lunch (4:30 maybe?) my body decided to give me notice with the biological equivalent of a General Protection Fault. Oh but it gets worse. I slept the rest of that day, and feeling a little better the next morning, I talked to mum about it. remedies were suggested, courses of action were laid out, and advice was given. Essentially I was to get a treatment (I picked Theraflu), drink plenty of fluids, and at the suggestion of a local nurse, sleep if I felt I needed it. I slept almost the whole of that day. I didn't eat. I didn't drink. My room was sweltering hot and I had a fever. That whole day was a mixture of fever dreams, psychedelic epiphanies, and sick feelings whenever I even thought about food or water. Eventually, in the evening, I woke up and threw up. Almost made it to the toilet too. Things started getting better after that. I ate a little, drank a little, and eventually managed to go back to bed. Again, I woke up at ten, vomiting curses instead of stomach contents, mostly at whatever idiot designed these dorms without a proper ventilation system, preventing cool air from coming through my open window and into my bloody hot room. I still think they're an idiot of the highest order. I went outside to get some cool air in me. Strangely, I found myself to be hungry. Eventually I found some Bugles, which I bought and ate. As anticlimactic as that sounds, that's quite the point.
I may or may not have coughed on this blog. You may want to take precautionary measures such as wearing a face mask, sterile gloves, thoroughly washing your hands every 2 minutes or so, or burning your computer after use. If you get sick or start showing symptoms of illness as a result of this blog, you may not hold me, my body, or affiliates of my body at fault legally, illegally or otherwise. By reading this you have agreed to the terms and conditions previously stated. Ha HA! Got you NOW!
Just to clarify, I am still sick. I am not, however, hallucinating-existentialism-fever-dreams sick like I was yesterday. I've got to give my body credit, it knows when to throw shit like this at me. All week (or since Wednesday round-abouts) I had this little annoyance in my throat just behind that little dip in between my collar bones. This persisted till Friday, when right after precal, after I ate lunch (4:30 maybe?) my body decided to give me notice with the biological equivalent of a General Protection Fault. Oh but it gets worse. I slept the rest of that day, and feeling a little better the next morning, I talked to mum about it. remedies were suggested, courses of action were laid out, and advice was given. Essentially I was to get a treatment (I picked Theraflu), drink plenty of fluids, and at the suggestion of a local nurse, sleep if I felt I needed it. I slept almost the whole of that day. I didn't eat. I didn't drink. My room was sweltering hot and I had a fever. That whole day was a mixture of fever dreams, psychedelic epiphanies, and sick feelings whenever I even thought about food or water. Eventually, in the evening, I woke up and threw up. Almost made it to the toilet too. Things started getting better after that. I ate a little, drank a little, and eventually managed to go back to bed. Again, I woke up at ten, vomiting curses instead of stomach contents, mostly at whatever idiot designed these dorms without a proper ventilation system, preventing cool air from coming through my open window and into my bloody hot room. I still think they're an idiot of the highest order. I went outside to get some cool air in me. Strangely, I found myself to be hungry. Eventually I found some Bugles, which I bought and ate. As anticlimactic as that sounds, that's quite the point.
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