Stuffy Nose

As unbelievable as it really is to me, I am sick again. Actually out of the times I've been sick so far this year, this one has been the worse. Not only did I fight a fever for two days non stop, but the fever keeps coming back unexpectedly just when I think I'm getting better. My head has decided it hates me, and I think by now I've coughed up more than just my lungs. What's kind of funny, is that out of all the things I hate about being sick, from body aches to sore throat, the one thing I hate more than anything is a stuffy nose. It drives me absolutely crazy. I guess it's true what they say, that you never know what you have until it's gone, and that sometimes you have to lose something to really understand how important it was. I will be the first to tell you, being able to breathe through your nose is very important. You do it all day, and to be honest you never really think about just how vital it is to your sanity, to your ability to function normally. That is, until you get a nasty cold, that blocks up your poor little nose. I swear, I could breath in as hard as I can through my nose...and get absolutely no air through. It's miserable. I have to say, the most entertaining aspect of a stuffy nose is that you can litterally feel like you are suffocating when trying to eat a meal. You can't breathe through your mouth and eat at the same time, so you are left making quite a fool of yourself taking little gasps of air in between bites. Not exactly the statement I wanted to make.

I went to Shari's today. My dad was having a good taste buds day (long story, but half the time he can't smell or taste anything) so he wanted to go out to eat. Even though I felt miserable, I couldn't accept them going out and me just laying in bed, so I opted to go. I'm sure the tables around us were wondering what parent's had the nerve to take someone this sick in public, but I enjoyed being out of my room for the first time all weekend. I had stuffed hashbrowns, and pretty much nothing makes me happier than stuffed hashbrowns at Shari's. So aside from the whole gasping for air while trying to eat thing, I was glad I went.

When I got home I took a well deserved hot bath. I've been craving one all week, filling the tub with hot water, grabbing a book, and just soaking my achy muscles was so nice. I don't get that luxury much anymore, as there are no tubs at the dorms. Although even if there were tubs at the dorm, I think I'd avoid a public tub. It was while in the tub that I realized just how sick I really am. I kept wanting to get up, knowing it was late, knowing I needed to get on with my shower, but I was so tired and weak I couldn't bring myself to get up. So of course I stayed in the tub till I was a prune and the water was cold. I thought about how easily I could fall asleep in the tub, and then thought about how bad that could end. Long story short I made it out of the tub, watched an episode of SVU, and now I think the cough syrup with codeine is finally kicking in, so I can sleep. Tomorrow I go to the acupuncture again, let's see if I can leave with a few less bruises this time.