8:00 AM: You wake up for class and immediately know something is wrong. That scratchy feeling in the back of your throat, maybe a queasy stomach, pounding head, feverish feeling… you’re not healthy, and as soon as you come to the conclusion that you’re sick, you’re immediately annoyed.
8:45 AM: You finally get the energy to get out of bed and immediately pop an Advil and make yourself some Emergen-C. Then you put on full sweats and stumble to class, because you’ve already used 3 of your 4 allowed absences for the semester and you think you can make it through class.
12:00 PM: You’re either done with classes or #done with classes. Either way, you get back in bed and watch TV, but not until after chugging another cup of Emergen-C. You whine to your roommate about being sick, and then try to think of an excuse to text your mom so you can casually mention that you’re sick so she’ll comfort you from afar. You decide on “Hey mom, just checking in. I did pretty well on my last test! Also, I think I picked up another virus on campus. Being sick just isn’t the same without your soup :( Love you!” She texts you back right away saying “Good job on your test” and nothing else and you pout for fifteen minutes.
6:00 PM: You take a break from pathetically sipping Gatorade and watching Keeping Up With The Kardashians in bed to shuffle to Dugout to grab some soup, which you bring back up to your room and resume your former position. The thought of doing homework crosses your mind, but you quickly banish it--there’s no time for that.
9:00 PM: “Oh, I should go to bed early tonight,” you think. “Get a lot of sleep so I can go to class tomorrow.”
1:00 AM: You realize you are still awake. Maybe because of that four-hour nap you took in the late afternoon.
11:50 AM: You wake up when your roommate comes back from her classes. Realizing you slept through yours, you hastily email your professors whiny emails about how you’re sick and you’ll be back in class as soon as you can. You notice that your symptoms are drastically different than yesterday, and you spend an hour on Web MD self-diagnosing yourself with tuberculosis before you come to the conclusion that you just have a bad cold.6:00 PM: One of your friends texts you and reminds you that it’s Friday and says they’re all going out, are you feeling better enough to come? After a quick self-assessment and with the knowledge that if you stay in tonight and sleep a lot, you’ll be better by tomorrow, you decide to go out with them.
3:00 AM: After a long night of sneezing on everyone and sharing drinks with all your friends, thus ensuring that everyone on campus also gets sick, you fall asleep.
1:00 PM: You know that, realistically, you’re not 8 years old, and it’s time for you to act like an adult and just power through the stupid cold. But you decide that one more day of wallowing won’t hurt anything. You only have one season of the show you started watching when you got sick left, anyway. :)
