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Wednesday: I missed two classes due to a brief intestinal illness.
Thursday: Feeling mostly better.
Friday: I oversleep my alarm and miss the first part of my music history exam. Doctor Thompson has Devin track me down over cell phone.
Saturday: I catch a cold.
Sunday: My stomach is feeing unhappy.
Monday: Wake at five o'clock in the morning to vomit/ Go back to sleep. Wake up at six and vomit again. Go to the health center, drowse until seven in health center bed and then vomit again. Vomit twice more every hour on the hour until the nurses finally give into my begging and give me a shot in the butt that suppresses the nausea and knocks me out for four to five hours.
Tuesday: Better, but the cold is back.
Wednesday: Have intense nausea relapse due to having had no real food for two days.
Thursday: Better
Friday: Have relapse of nausea due to God-only-knows-what-reason and I'm afraid to sleep because I don't want to wake up vomiting again.
Add to this the two weeks running of micro-nightmares and back pain from poor matress calibration (my own damn fault) and I'm pretty fairly convinced that the world hates me.
Thursday: Feeling mostly better.
Friday: I oversleep my alarm and miss the first part of my music history exam. Doctor Thompson has Devin track me down over cell phone.
Saturday: I catch a cold.
Sunday: My stomach is feeing unhappy.
Monday: Wake at five o'clock in the morning to vomit/ Go back to sleep. Wake up at six and vomit again. Go to the health center, drowse until seven in health center bed and then vomit again. Vomit twice more every hour on the hour until the nurses finally give into my begging and give me a shot in the butt that suppresses the nausea and knocks me out for four to five hours.
Tuesday: Better, but the cold is back.
Wednesday: Have intense nausea relapse due to having had no real food for two days.
Thursday: Better
Friday: Have relapse of nausea due to God-only-knows-what-reason and I'm afraid to sleep because I don't want to wake up vomiting again.
Add to this the two weeks running of micro-nightmares and back pain from poor matress calibration (my own damn fault) and I'm pretty fairly convinced that the world hates me.