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February 14, 2006
Sick and sick of it
So basically I feel like a giant storage shed for any microbe, virus, or bacteria that has its way with me. I don't think I've actually infected anyone else, but that could be up for debate. I don't intentionally do any of that, but as for the stuff I can help, sharing drinks and whatnot; I just abstain and call it a day. (A day where I'm sick and everyone else is fine, but a day nonetheless.)
It's the fourth week of school and the third week I've been sick. 3/4 ain't bad in some instances, like batting averages and cups of water needed for a cake batter but in this instance it is very, very bad. And I just don't feel like putting up with it anymore. My poor, weakened immune system can't take all this. It's been wracked to the point where I wonder if I maybe shed a layer of skin that kept all this from happening before--some thick, plastic residue that kept me incubated to this point that, perhaps, I washed off with that new soap I tried the other day and hated... Maybe instinctively I knew why I hated it, but had yet to realize why... Oh this is not good.
Sure, I've been sick before--it's just that I don't think I've ever been this sick, with this many different symptoms of illness, for this long... Yeah, most of you who know me can remember my annual bouts of laryngitis. Well, that IS how this all started... three painful weeks ago. But since that point, even when I regained my voice, I have been suffering cough, sniffle, headache, bodyache, sore throat, fever, nausea--everything. All of this puts nothing more than the most morbid of all thoughts pertaining to human existence: that death is inevitable and that we're dying all the time--like just now, and now. And now. And I'm older now than when I started this blog. And now I'm older, still... It's a downward slant from when we're born. That first breath of life starts the ticking clock and nothing can escape it.
Wow, that's depressing.
Nasal sprays, warm salt water, dayquil, sudafed, asthma inhaler, throat sprays, bag after bag of cough drops, boxes of tea, stacks of tissues, orange juice, vitamins, more than 8 hours of sleep, a diet minus caffeine and a great deal of sugar, lots of water, more water, tylenol, prescription strength internally-working cough depressants, and finally: an antibiotic. You could say that in these last three weeks I have, indeed, tried it all. Sure, some of it works, but in its own real of "workingness," as I'm sure Plato would say... what's my idea of "workingness" of a medicinal treatment or remedy? Not feeling like crap. Yeah, I think that probably fits the "forms" that Plato had in mind and Aristotle hated. Aristotle wouldn't have called this a tragedy though, unless you're experiencing fear and pity in this and getting some sort of catharsis... which I doubt. So at least this is not tragic.
It's just sick, that's all. And so am I. And I'm sick of it.
Let's hope this antibiotic does a thing or two and whips my immune system into shape. I'd really hate to have to keep track of this losing streak of me v. the illnesses (namely the ones that are too small to be seen laughing at me as I suffer in their internal rioting of my body...)
Oh, and happy Valentine's day. Yeah, that came and went rather uneventfully because I and my other are both quite ill. Damn the viruses!
Posted by KarissaKilgore at February 14, 2006 9:07 PM
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Um...Happy Valentine's Day to you, too, Karissa.
Did you try Thera-Flu?
Posted by: Valerie Masciarelli at February 15, 2006 2:44 PM