I hate being sick, another one of the many reasons why I find winter to be suckish. All day I lay in bed watching television. And not even good television. The kind that unemployed people, or thirty-something year olds who still live with their parents must sit around watching all day while feasting on yodels and cheese doodles. Not trying to judge but I am currently not in the best of moods. So all day I have been forced to watch shows like The Price is Right and Maury and reruns of shows that were clearly canceled for a reason. The only reason I watch these shows is to laugh at how ridiculous the guests are.
-This is Rachel and it is her 14th time on the show trying to find out who the father of her 3 child Destiny Moon Angel Starshine is.- Muffled tears. Bring out the "father". Denial. Uproar from the audience. -The Results are in and Johnathan you- hold for dramatic pause -Are not the father- Fit of joy combined with tears or realization that yes Rachel you are a whore. Run away. Shaky camera. Calm her down. Bring out the baby.
But besides the mind numbing t.v. here are other suckish things about being sick. I feel so lazy. I don't get up all day. I sleep, watch t.v., blow my nose, sleep, check my facebook, sleep. I am never hungry and even if I was it would take too much energy to go make myself lunch. I miss too much school work. I am not tired now because I have been sleeping all day. I am supposed to drink fluids but my throat hurts every time I swallow. My eyes sting for no apparent reason. My muscles ache even though I have done no strenuous activity. All sounds are louder than they appear. My head throbs when I look into brightness. Medicine tastes like chalk and sour cherries. I look like death, even my mother agrees. My mouth is dry. Tears somehow leak from my eyes. I am not sad or hurt just tearing. It takes all my strength to simply lift my head. I can no longer breath through my nose. Shall I continue?
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