Sick and Tired of Being Sick and Tired

I have been the sickest now than I’ve been in a long time. About three weeks ago I got a cold, probably from somebody in the office, because everybody was sick except me. Then this past Sunday, when I thought my cold was virtually over, I came down with a fever.

I don’t think I have had a fever since I was 6 years old, I mean—who gets a fever? It hurt me on Sunday but I thought I could ride it out and walk it off. By Tuesday my fever was worsening so I hit the health center at school. By the time I got there, my fever was 103.7 degrees—insane. They nursed me down to 100.3 degrees after a few hours. I can say that the USC student health center doctor’s and nurses are wonderful people. I’ve spent time in hospitals before, and this staff as a whole were wonderful all around. They said if I had gone to the hospital sooner they could have given me a better flu medication solution.

My Twitter family has also been very supportive, believe it or not. I’ve been twittering about my illness, mostly due to boredom. Frida Kahlo learns how to paint while she’s bedridden—I learn how to wallow in my pain and suffering in 140 characters or less throughout the day. Go figure.

Now I have this horrible cough that won’t go away. My abs feel like I’ve been doing crunches for 36 straight hours, due to all this coughing and heaving.

Being sick is so not the business.

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