Being sick is one of the worst feelings to ever come to anyone be it child to adult to an elderly person. However, it hits hard during college years, you're working part time on a full time school schedule (majority), and you're stressed with assignments to dealing with other people younger and older, your mind and body feel split already having no illness. Now, imagine being ill for eight days and refusing to seek medical attention for stubbornness and no money and no time to waste a shift or day to engage in school, may any combination of the three or something else.

Fast forward to day ten, I caved. Feeding myself pills and chugging honey lemon tea like my life depended on it wasn't cutting it anymore and even coworkers started getting grossed out from spiting out my phlegm and coughing like I'm trying to throw up my lung. It was too much.

Enter to the emergency spending few hours on what was that? Percocet. An addictive narcotic for a headache and virus inside me. I didn't fight the doctor but the nurse just chuckled say said to my mother, "She'll knock out without fighting it". That's scary to hear and mostly since the only context of the word Percocet being said to me was that someone loves the song from Future, not having this drug actually given to me, to take. It tasted like metal but you're not suppose to chew it, oops.

The first hour, I lost it. After the hospital and let's say twenty minutes after taking not one but two pills I wanted food, a place not really known for great service and a spotless staff, but it did it's job. It was one of those delis that turn into a bar at night and having a bunch of drunk people looking at you like you are the weirdo made things uneasy. Give it thirty minutes I'm stilling and waiting for my food it's time to get up, oh no. My legs feel like noodles and my eyes can't take the light anymore. One man whispers, "How did she get drunk here? she didn't even buy a drink?" I didn't feel like I was going to throw up but I felt empty like when you vomit. My hands weren't my hands, my eyes were going all over, a cloud covering my face and no answers given to my mother I couldn't speak and when I did my mother thought I sneaked liquor somehow. Well, I slept like a baby, that I can say with a smile. I didn't recover so soon but I slept from two in the morning to one thirty in the afternoon. I asked all my friends who use drugs what's the point, apparently the feeling of being useless and stuck in your mind is the greatest feeling. No thank you, never again.