My Turn to Be Sick

All last week I was looking forward to this past weekend but it ended up getting completely ruined. I had planned on going back to Roanoke two weekends ago to see everybody and whatnot, staying at Tech this past weekend, and then, of course, going back home for break this coming weekend. Well, due to the fact that the only time I could sign up for a meeting for the paper was on a Monday, I was not about to spend my weekend at home writing a paper. So, I decided to stay at Tech that weekend to get my paper done and come back to Roanoke this past weekend instead which wasn’t a big deal. It just meant that I was even more eager to see my family and friends, and one more week of school made me excited to just relax.

Finally, Friday rolled around and I woke up all excited to finally get out of here and have fun. It was a beautiful sight when I saw our black Toyota RAV4 pull up to the curb outside Pritchard to pick me up. The only problem was, I was feeling slightly achy all over my body. Nevertheless, I just kind of blew it off and took a nap to refresh myself on the way back home. However, by the time I woke up when we pulled into the garage, I was feeling much worse. I took a couple Ibuprofen and went down to my favorite chair in the basement to relax and watch TV in hopes that it would go away. Two hours later, I felt like complete crap. My throat hurt, the aches had gotten 10 times worse, I didn’t feel like eating at all (which is a great way to tell if something is wrong with me), and I had chills that made me shake even when I was buried under blankets. I had been playing 360 but finally I had gotten to the point where I even felt too sick to sit and play video games. Mentally, I was trying to tell myself that I was fine because a couple of my friends and I were planning on going to Buffalo Wild Wings to hang out as planned. I didn’t come back from college to sit at home on a Friday night, so, telling myself that I was perfectly fine even though I also had to talk myself out of getting out of the chair, I slowly trudged upstairs to get ready to go. My mom asked me how I was feeling and apparently when I couldn’t even talk right because I was shaking and freezing my butt off that it was a sign that I was not doing so well. Needless to say, she did not want me to go out, one, because she didn’t want me to get my friends sick and two, because she said I would make my sickness a lot worse by not staying home and relaxing. I knew she was right but I was still mad about it. I moped back downstairs to my chair and prepared myself for a long, boring night. Around 9:30 I actually fell asleep but I woke up again around midnight. I wasn’t too pleased about that because that meant I would have a hard time falling back asleep once I took all the time to get upstairs and get ready for bed. This thought proved to be true as I didn’t pass out until after two.

Normally I sleep until 11 or 12 on Saturdays, but I woke up bright and early at 8 instead. I felt better but not nearly close to a full recovery. My aches and chills had lessened but I had added one heck of a headache to make up for them. Once again, I had already made plans earlier in the week to hang out with one of my friends but, once again, my mom told me I needed to stay home. Sadly, I texted my friend and told her I couldn’t hang out even though I was feeling a lot better than I had the night before. After an extremely hot shower to combat my chills in which the entire bathroom was thick with steam, I headed back downstairs once again to sit the day away in my chair. I put National Treasure in my 360 to watch to take up a couple hours and, once the movie was over, fell asleep for a good four hour nap. I woke up feeling somewhat refreshed and went upstairs to kill some time on the computer. Then, my friend, Josh, texted me and invited me to come over to his house and watch some football. I was feeling significantly better at this point compared to the night before, and, after taking my Linear Algebra quiz, my mom finally let me go out. It felt amazing to get out of the house and be around other people, and I was even up for playing some ping pong for awhile. I got home and went to bed fairly soon after that, but little did I know that I was in for another long night.

I finally fell asleep around 1:30 and around 3 o’clock I wake up and, for the life of me, I couldn’t go back to sleep. It frustrated me to no end, especially since I had to get up at 8 to go to church. Finally, around 5 I fell back to sleep and ironically, when I woke up, I was extremely tired. I’m just wondering why I couldn’t have been tired when it was 3 in the morning like most normal people. I decided to sleep in a little bit and miss my college class and just go to the service instead. After waking up for the third time in one setting, I took a shower to refresh myself. Once I got out, I felt great! All that was bothering me for the most part was my sore throat and runny nose, oh, and the fact that when I talked it sounded like I had a rather large animal wedged in my throat and my voice cracked every couple minutes. However, church went well, I didn’t suffer too much through the service, and it was great to see everybody and be out of my house again. Even so, my Sunday afternoon, yet again, involved sitting around my house just trying to get better. I did branch out and fill out some paperwork and balance my checkbook that hadn’t been done in two months for a little excitement. I decided to stay at my house for the night just so I could feel better for the upcoming school week. Surprisingly, I made it through the entire night without waking up at some odd our or not being able to fall asleep for awhile. This past weekend had a couple bright spots but overall, it was one extremely sucky weekend that was totally ruined.