Sick...
102 fever. Pulse: 130 (up from 60). Bp: 120/80 (up from 90/50).
Argh.
I must have caught it from Sophie, she was sick over finals (recovering as she stayed with me the first week of break).
Damn. It lasted two weeks for her. I cannot, absolutely cannot afford to be sick my first week back. It could be worse, though…I could have been sick over finals. I almost was. If it’s finals or break…I’d much rather have it this way.
Still…I hate how everything is icy-cold, against my feverish skin, how it takes me 15 minutes to make it across the room to the bathroom, or how every part of my body aches, absolutely aches. I’ve lost so much weight that I can’t afford to lose (in just two days!) that even the sofa I sleep on digs into my skin, tortures my backbone.
I’m also not happy that I have to reschedule (and tentatively, at that) everything I had planned for next week. I was supposed to go shopping (really, to catch up on each other’s lives) with Monica next Monday-*sighs* I was really looking forward to that, and now I doubt I’d be able to make it. I might not be able to visit NNHS before they go into finals either. My grandparents are coming on Monday-I wanted to enjoy time with them, instead of being nursed while halfway delirious. I refuse to cancel the dinner-I’ll have it on Saturday, if needs be.
Mon, David, Pete, Phil…if you’re reading this, please check your emails. Speaking of emails, I’m sorry that I’m so late replying. The reason is pretty obvious.
Forgive the whining. I’m not pleasant to be around when I’m sick.
On the bright side, I’m going to pampered by my parents-they’re buying me truckloads of fruit and soup (my stomach, for some reason, never rejects fruit even when I can’t keep down anything else. Now if only this was true for chocolate as well…hehehe).
Argh.
I must have caught it from Sophie, she was sick over finals (recovering as she stayed with me the first week of break).
Damn. It lasted two weeks for her. I cannot, absolutely cannot afford to be sick my first week back. It could be worse, though…I could have been sick over finals. I almost was. If it’s finals or break…I’d much rather have it this way.
Still…I hate how everything is icy-cold, against my feverish skin, how it takes me 15 minutes to make it across the room to the bathroom, or how every part of my body aches, absolutely aches. I’ve lost so much weight that I can’t afford to lose (in just two days!) that even the sofa I sleep on digs into my skin, tortures my backbone.
I’m also not happy that I have to reschedule (and tentatively, at that) everything I had planned for next week. I was supposed to go shopping (really, to catch up on each other’s lives) with Monica next Monday-*sighs* I was really looking forward to that, and now I doubt I’d be able to make it. I might not be able to visit NNHS before they go into finals either. My grandparents are coming on Monday-I wanted to enjoy time with them, instead of being nursed while halfway delirious. I refuse to cancel the dinner-I’ll have it on Saturday, if needs be.
Mon, David, Pete, Phil…if you’re reading this, please check your emails. Speaking of emails, I’m sorry that I’m so late replying. The reason is pretty obvious.
Forgive the whining. I’m not pleasant to be around when I’m sick.
On the bright side, I’m going to pampered by my parents-they’re buying me truckloads of fruit and soup (my stomach, for some reason, never rejects fruit even when I can’t keep down anything else. Now if only this was true for chocolate as well…hehehe).