I think I'm getting sick. This is not good. I am getting on a plane in 5 days to go see my boyfriend in Africa, and there is NOTHING worse than being sick on a flight that is over 18 hours long. I will inevitably get stuck in the middle seat, with a loud snorer to my left, and a talker on my right. God, don't you hate it when people try to have like, a deep and meaningful conversation with you, and all you want to do is tell them to shut up? and you even stick in your headphones, but they still don't get the hint? so then you have to pretend to go to sleep, and then you're stuck sitting there, wide awake but eyes closed, thinking hateful thoughts towards that asshole sitting next to you. Anyway, it's a million times worse when you're sick, because the pressure in your head makes you feel like your eyes are going to explode, and your nose is so stuffed up you feel certain that it's suddenly full of cement, and you can't get any peace and quiet because the idiot sitting next to you wants to know all about your life.
Look, I'll admit, I've never been a good sick person. I tend to get low-grade colds, which aren't enough to warrant a day in bed, but are enough to make me feel miserable. So I'll go through my work day feeling sorry for myself, sniffling, coughing, delicately putting a hand to my head and closing my eyes dramatically when the throbbing pain worsens. Of course, because I don't stay in bed for a day, my colds drag out for weeks. If I actually took care of myself and took a sick day, I would probably be better in a few days. Oh yeah, I forgot--my job sucks, and therefore I'm not allowed anymore sick days this year. If I stay home sick, I have to fork over $80 for a substitute teacher to take my place. Stupid part-time job.
When I do get sick enough to stay home for a couple of days (and it doesn't happen very often), I always find that it nicely coincides with some much-needed mental R&R as well. For instance, I was off work for a week in January because I was dealing with a leg infection. Don't get me wrong, I honestly did need those days off so that my leg could get better. But I'm not gonna lie, I (with plenty of guilt weighing on me) enjoyed the time off of work because I just didn't want to be there. I had just come back from visiting my boyfriend and I wasn't ready to go back to my life just yet.
...So I'm finishing this post hours after I started it. I took my best friend (and her boyfriend) out tonight for a birthday dinner, and I drank copious amounts of alcohol over the course of the evening. (What? I only have one more day before Spring Break. Cut me some slack.) Suddenly, I don't feel sick anymore. Man, how cool would it be if doctors could prescribe drinking? That would make such a great doctor's note: "In order to make a full recovery, Andrea must drink one glass of wine every hour, on the hour." I wish.
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