I hate being sick. I know lots of people have it worse off than me, but I can not stand having any ailment whatsoever. I haven't been a sickly person for as long as my memory recalls; even though vegetables were non-existent in my diet until lately, and even though I slept an average of five hours per day during my whole high school life, I rarely ever got struck down with cough or colds or fever. But, things seem to be catching up with me...
Last school year, I remember this one time I became super sick (well, by my standards). Shoti Migs was down with some weird thing, and I, having been inhabiting his room for the past months, got ready for bed in his CR for all of 15 minutes max. When I came out and started typing my crammed paper on something, I started to feel a little queer. I dismissed it, finished my paper, and slept. The next morning, I seemed to have felt better, so I took a bath and did everything normally. But come 1st period AP class, my head hurt like hell. I couldn't concentrate, pay attention, or understand anything that was happening, so obviously, I could no longer deny the fact that I was sick.
Even with that in mind, I was determined to trudge through the rest of the torturous Friday. I would not miss my quizzes; it was simply unacceptable. I dragged my poor, battered, heavily sleep-deprived and abused body around until about lunchtime, at which point I decided to drop by the clinic and enlighten them about how I've been spreading germs around
The fever that followed, compounded with colds, was one of the most horrible sicknesses I'd had in a long time. I had to be isoldated in the scary Guest Room downstairs (which was then a bodgea, and now is shoti Martin's room, the poor dear). It felt horrible, those long days of being so deatched from all the other people in the house, just kept in that little room with no form of entertainment or distraction except whatever I could devise myself (i.e. homework). I decided to use the opportunity to start perusing my bookreview novel in ndisturbed silence. Now, I thought "Cry, The Beloved People" (did I get it right?), being in Oprah's Book Club and costing 699 pesos, was going to be worth reading... But I was SO wrong. I tried so hard to like it, pager after grueling page I forced myself onwards. While I read, I got even more depressed about my current sick-siutation, and felt a yawning void of lost-ness within me making itself ever more evident. At the onset of Chapter 9, I decided I couldn't take it anymore; I refused to subject myself to another word of the useless crap. Switched to another book in the list, "Remains of the Day", and that one I enjoyed quite a lot. I loved the super-formal tone and catchy style of Kazuo Ishiguro's narrator, and I lost myself in the story.
I recovered soon after, but not before suffering through endless nights of a clogged nose, tossing and turning in restless sleep, and getting traumatized by the experience of sheer loneliness.
Right now, I'm down with (what I think is) a simple case of cough. It's bothering me very very much because I hate getting sick, even in the least. Especially since the weeks to follow promise to be some of the most demanding in the semester. I have more than enough to worry about without the extra luggage of not being in full health to face all the torture head on. It's not fair; this cough descended on me without the least bit of warning, just *boom!*. I just thank the Lord my voice was still well enough to manage the AILM concert... I hope this goes away real soon, because I can't stand it. I was all broody and quiet during Carol's party because inhaling to talk would have sent me into another hacking spree. I don't have phlegm yet, and hope it never comes.
Beware: Morbidness ahead. Don't read if you don't like gross, queasy things.
A few months earlier, I was struck down with some other bizarre sickness, of the stomachache-diarrhea-vomiting triumvirate sort. It came out of NOWHERE, swear. Sure, Trish was sick with it the day before I was, but everyone said it was just due to food from a party she and mum attended. Obviously, not; when I got home from mass on Sunday and started typing another paper, I felt all queasy and suddenly puked (in the CR of course, not all over the keyboard). What followed was a grand stomachache which I tried to quell by defecating, to the most disgusting results. The waste that came out? Some watery blurb that felt like it could be urine, but looked like gross little orange-brown patches.
How I suffered through Sunday night, couldn't sleep at all. Yet I desperately attempted to pull myself together on Monday morning and head off to school. I almost succeeded too, but at the very last possible second, I felt the urge to defecate--twice--and couldn't get up after the second one. Stars and bright lights exploded before my eyes, my vision was completely distorted, my body spasmed and refused to move...it was hot, so unbearably hot. I knew what I needed to do, saw it in my mind: rush to mum's room (where I was camped out for the duration of my sickness), turn on the aircon, remove my pants, and sprawl out on the bed. I was barely able to force my body to obey, but eventually succeeded.
That stint didn't last long. I was woken up after 3 hours, waited at the doctor's for an hour and a half of my life, felt fine after, went to sleep for about 4 more hours, woke up feeling sort of normal. The next day, I skipped PE because I wasn't up to step aerobics so soon after such trauma.
I sincerely hope I don't get any more sicknesses soon... clearly, college is bad for my health. Or it's all the years of abuse catching up on me (had no idea it would be so soon). It's time to hit the sack now, at the usual time of 2 in the morning. Goodnight World, and Good morning Starshine!
P.S. Why don't I go see the doctor yet? Because I don't believe in medicine. They're not natural at all; they're chemicals, and as such, will be diagnosed by some primitive system in the body as foreign substances (toxins). And while they'll suposedly cure your current ailment, they're very likely to trigger or cause another one as well.