8 Reasons Being Sick Isn't Sick In College

8 Reasons Being Sick Isn't Sick In College

I need my mom, blanket and cartoons.

I had no time to prepare. I knew the inevitable was slowing approaching, even when I did everything in my power to avoid it. Last weekend was going beautifully, I work every day and was ready to make money on those double shifts. That is, until Saturday I wake up on my death bed. It was a full blown virus, one I hoped wouldn't last long. I drank a gallon of water, stocked up on soup, and popped vitamins like they were going out of style. I had hoped that would be enough, but sadly I woke up worse the following day. I was deciding between going to the hospital or working my 12-hour shift (as any college kid knows they really need that money).

Naturally, I chose to tough it out, giving myself the "you're not that sick, tough it up" pep talk. Boy, was I wrong. When Monday came, I fell asleep in every class and was seeing stars every time I walked. I was dehydrated, dazed, and dying. Whether you choose to stay in bed to sweat out the sickness or attend all five of your classes for the day, we can all agree one one thing; Being sick in college is a nightmare. When it comes to being away from college, here's how you'll feel when it comes to being sick.

1. You miss your mom.

Your number one person to run to when you're sick isn't there in college. You'll find yourself calling out her name while you're having hallucinations in bed from the five shots of NyQuil you tossed back. There will never come a day where you don't want your parents there to help take care of you while you're sick. Most of us (including myself) know pretty well if they don't take care of us when sick, no one will.

2. Simple tasks become difficult.

Getting out of bed? Can't. Want to brush your teeth? Dead. Find a t-shirt to wear? Struggle. Any simple everyday task feels like pulling teeth. You take one flight of stairs and you feel like you're about to tip over and pass out. Since when did being sick involve almost fainting from lack of energy?

3. Everything puts you to sleep.

Whether it's watching television, studying for your exam the following day, or checking social media, you'll likely pass out. When being sick, it's like your body forces you into a coma in order to revive itself from the virus that has taken over. Your immune system sometimes just needs a little R&R.

4. The loss of appetite.

You're used to being hungry every second of the day (being as you are a college student on a budget), That is, until you haven't moved all the day and the sight of anything remotely close to food has your stomach turning. You may not even have the flu, yet you feel like puking just from seeing food on the television. It's the biggest love/hate relationship you'll experience.

5. Question going home.

Is it worth driving four hours to have my mom take care of me? It just might be. Questioning driving home has crossed my mind numerous times while being sick. I just have to remind myself that being in a car for four hours while sick would make me more nauseated and stressed than I already am.

6. Hit pause on your social life.

You were planning on going out to see some friends tonight? *Your immune system laughs* as it decides to turn off for the evening and a wave of sickness consumes you. Whether you were just going to hang out and watch a movie or go grab dinner, and human interaction is put to a halt as you can't risk getting your friends sick.

7. Refuse to leave your room.

If you had plans, it's not like you'd actually want to go anyways. You barely made it out of your bed to get to your mandatory lecture today, how would you even begin to find the energy to make it through a night out on the town? You won't. So instead you heat up some soup and tea and lay in bed watching reruns of "Friends" and "One Tree Hill."

8. Feel victorious when you recover.

It's day four of being sick and you wake up with slightly less pounding in your head than the day before. You can also begin to breathe again you realize you no longer feel the need to blow your nose for some relief. Oh what a glorious day, you're finally recovering and you've never felt more alive. Why not decide to go out? We both know you'll wake up a few days later questioning why you didn't just let yourself fully recover anyways. It's a never ending cycle of being sick while in college.

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Bailey Posted A Racist Tweet, But That Does NOT Mean She Deserves To Be Fat Shamed

As a certified racist, does she deserve to be fat shamed?

This morning, I was scrolling though my phone, rotating between Instagram, Snapchat, YouTube and Snapchat again, ignoring everyone's snaps but going through all the Snapchat subscription stories before stumbling on a Daily Mail article that piqued my interest. The article was one about a teen, Bailey, who was bullied for her figure, as seen on the snap below and the text exchange between Bailey and her mother, in which she begged for a change of clothes because people were making fun of her and taking pictures.

Like all viral things, quickly after her text pictures and harassing snaps surfaced, people internet stalked her social media. But, after some digging, it was found that Bailey had tweeted some racist remark.

Now, some are saying that because Bailey was clearly racist, she is undeserving of empathy and deserves to be fat-shamed. But does she? All humans, no matter how we try, are prejudiced in one way or another. If you can honestly tell me that you treat everyone with an equal amount of respect after a brief first impression, regardless of the state of their physical hygiene or the words that come out of their mouth, either you're a liar, or you're actually God. Yes, she tweeted some racist stuff. But does that mean that all hate she receives in all aspects of her life are justified?

On the other hand, Bailey was racist. And what comes around goes around. There was one user on Twitter who pointed out that as a racist, Bailey was a bully herself. And, quite honestly, everyone loves the downfall of the bully. The moment the bullies' victims stop cowering from fear and discover that they, too, have claws is the moment when the onlookers turn the tables and start jeering the bully instead. This is the moment the bully completely and utterly breaks, feeling the pain of their victims for the first time, and for the victims, the bully's demise is satisfying to watch.

While we'd all like to believe that the ideal is somewhere in between, in a happy medium where her racism is penalized but she also gets sympathy for being fat shamed, the reality is that the ideal is to be entirely empathetic. Help her through her tough time, with no backlash.

Bullies bully to dominate and to feel powerful. If we tell her that she's undeserving of any good in life because she tweeted some racist stuff, she will feel stifled and insignificant and awful. Maybe she'll also want to make someone else to feel as awful as she did for some random physical characteristic she has. Maybe, we might dehumanize her to the point where we feel that she's undeserving of anything, and she might forget the preciousness of life. Either one of the outcomes is unpleasant and disturbing and will not promote healthy tendencies within a person.

Instead, we should make her feel supported. We all have bad traits about ourselves, but they shouldn't define us. Maybe, through this experience, she'll realize how it feels to be prejudiced against based off physical characteristics. After all, it is our lowest points, our most desperate points in life, that provide us with another perspective to use while evaluating the world and everyone in it.

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I'm Afraid of Taking Medication Even Though I Shouldn't Be

There's nothing wrong with a little Advil.


Throughout my childhood, my parents ingrained in me that taking medication was not only unnecessary but actually poisonous. We never had anything like Tylenol at home, and common cabinet inhabitants such as Mucinex and Tums were strangers to our walls.

Instead, they believed in healing the body through chakras and edible plants. If I ever had a stomachache, my father would break out his healing crystals and lay them on the flat of my back, chanting some song with made-up lyrics as my mother prepared essential oils for me to sniff before bed.

As a kid, I never really got sick, but my four-day vomit fest when I was six years old was only treated with spoonfuls of water, and the rash that broke out on my neck in elementary school was wrapped in a blanket of cabbage (yes, my mother truly believed cabbage could cure my hives). Since I was never really exposed to medication, I thought this was normal for most of my life. Once I got older, I noticed children popping Advil as if it was candy in middle school, and my friends were shocked that I had never even heard of it.

When I broke my wrist in the eighth grade, the nurse asked me if I wanted a prescription for any pain-relievers, and I adamantly refused. Not only was my father in the room (who also would not have approved of me receiving medication), but I believed that there was no benefit to it. My body would heal on its own, it did not need any assistance from outside chemicals.

After about a week, the pain became so intense that I no longer could sleep comfortably at night. This to be expected for anyone who breaks a bone, but every physical movement was virtually unbearable. My mother knew that I was desperate, so she purchased a small bottle and gave me a single pill.

Even though I felt almost instantaneous relief (as someone who never had medication, I knew that a little bit would go a long way), I was riddled with guilt. I thought I was weak for requiring medication to help me feel better. It wasn't that I believed people who took pills were inferior, but I was convinced that my body was strong enough to self-soothe.

Later into high school, I watched students around me ingest anxiety medication and anti-depressants, whether it was for legitimate diagnoses or during a party. I still didn't understand how or why they worked. How could a little pill somehow relieve the burden of a mental illness? How could an orange bottle be the solution?

I did not shame these people for using medication because I could see all of the benefits, but I was simply uneducated. I decided to do a little discovering and began to understand the (basic) science behind the process. Sometimes, the solution is adding more chemicals (in the form of prescribed medication, of course) to the balance.

Still, beyond medication for mental health, I find myself skeptical when someone offers me something as simple as low-strength ibuprofen for a headache. Every time I consider taking an aspirin, I am terrified it will somehow "taint" my body. Realistically, I know this is not true, but the voice of my parents lingers in the back of my mind.

I'm not suggesting that I should throw a pill-popping party, but the idea of taking something when my body needs it should not scare me. Our bodies are resilient, but we also need assistance every now and then. I should be okay with helping myself heal.

But I won't be taking one from that miscellaneous plastic bag that "helps you stay awake" during exam week.

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