| Mar082008 | Probably Not Lupus |
Well, it’s finally happened; I’m sick.
It’s freakish but since university, I’ve hardly gotten sick. Despite no exercise and a horrible diet, I stay un-diseased for long stretches. I don’t know how I manage it, I catch the bus for crying out loud; it’s full of sickies.
Now that I’m balled up in a cold sweat, my mind wanders back to all the moments in the past month when I have boasted to people how I never get sick anymore. I think back to the late nights spent not sleeping and also the 4 beers I downed just yesterday.
To be honest, my symptoms are still extremely light. Still, it’s not a pretty picture because I’m being utterly melodramatic about how much suffering I am in. Also, I’m still eating like crap. I bought lunch from the food court downstairs. I need to nut up and actually nurse this illness. I heard this NyQuil stuff is magic (we do not have NyQuil in Australia, we just get the local medicine man to make us a potion of blood from a tiger snake and burnt strips of bark, then we wash it down with beer).
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