I get sick about once a semester, usually around midterms and sometimes again right after finals. It's one of those circle-of-life kinds of things.
Except for this semester. Oh sure, I've had a couple of days where I didn't feel 100%, but I haven't been sick enough to need pharmacy drugs or anything like that. I'm pretty stoked about it. I keep bragging about it to people. This semester could set a new record for me.
...until today.
(cue the horrified scream of anguish)
About halfway through the day, I felt it. Fleeting headache, slight soreness in the throat, and a discernible drain of energy.
Have you ever felt that? It's like Superman getting too close to a fleck of kryptonite. Strength levels drop and it takes a few moments to build them up again. There's a sudden hollow feeling in the stomach. The lungs deflate and struggle to let air in again for a split second.
And that's when you know.
It's coming.
Alright, so maybe I'm just hyper-sensitive to every little change my body goes through as a result of my extreme paranoia of getting sick. Maybe not everyone feels this way when they've caught a bug. But I think we're all familiar enough with our bodies to know when something is not right. Everyone knows (or should know) their own body's signals when a cold or a flu is coming on.
And today, my body gave me the signal.
I'm not actually sick (yet). There's still time to ward this thing off (probably).
I wonder if I can just put it off until the Thanksgiving Break? That's only...3 1/2 weeks away...*gulp*
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