Being sick sucks. I mean, really. It’s awesome when you’re a little kid and missing school doesn’t matter because the only things you ever did in class were pick your nose, eat glue, and maybe learn about numbers. Maybe.
But when you’re older, being sick is a huge hassle. It started in high school, when teachers began telling you to make up work you had missed. What? What happened to the pat on the head and “Oh, that’s all right, you don’t have to do this assignment” of elementary school? Big bummer there. College is even worse. Some professors might not even let you make up an assignment, especially if you’re sick on a test day. You have to tell them you’ll miss the test in advance. That’s right, Professor. I’m planning on being sick Thursday. I was thinking the flu, but it might be AIDS. I haven’t decided.
Why the sick rant? Well, I’ve suffered a rather nasty cold/flu thing over the past weekend, which has caused me to miss most of class Friday (including a review session which could have really helped on the test I dragged myself out of bed for today) and two days of work. I thought I was getting better, but no. Mother Nature has to make it worse. Damn you, Nature. Now I’m not sorry for that one incident in the woods. That tree deserved it. You know what I’m talking about.
Anyways, the older I get, the less I like to miss school or work. It’s probably a result of having actual penalties for missing things. Whatever the case, I don’t like being sick. I just thought I’d let everyone know.
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And it hurt, too.
The whole thing was rather amusing, actually. This was my first time ever giving blood, so I was naturally kind of nervous. I go through all the tests and stuff fine, but about halfway through the actual blood-drawing process, I began to feel faint. One of the nurses came over and asked me if I was okay, to which I replied, more or less, “no.” By that time, I was beginning to feel nauseous as well. The bad kind of nauseous. Where you need a bucket. I didn’t end up needing the bucket, but they had to stop the donation process for me and chucked my blood on the grounds that it wasn’t a full pint and therefore essentially useless. It didn’t bother me too much, but I was kind of annoyed that I almost fainted for nothing.
So now my arm hurts and the finger they pricked for the iron test is starting to bug me. But on the plus side, I got to skip out on Physics. Woohoo!
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It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood, beautiful day in the neighborhood…I have no frickin’ clue why that song is stuck in my mind. I haven’t watched Mr. Rogers in years! No, really! I’ve grown too old for Mr. Rogers. Now I spend my time watching SpongeBob and Pokemon. Seriously though. I stopped watching Pokemon after the cards went out of style. Then again, when has that ever stopped me before? But SpongeBob is a majorly funny show.
Joy be upon us all! I found out I didn’t miss an episode of Lost like I thought I did. Huzzah! I also beat CoD: United Offensive. Took me a day. I really ought to stop playing these games on the easiest difficulty level. In other news, I successfully ate four cinnamon rolls with cream cheese frosting. I’m also sick. But my sickness is totally unrelated to the cinnamon rolls. I blame my sister, the chocolate-hater, for giving me a cold. She denies it, but she also denies being a chocolate-hater.
Finally, I’ve discovered that I somehow joined two other Star Trek RPGs (I should get this sleep-computering looked at). You may now call me either Derek Nash, the Chief Security Officer onboard Deep Space 1; or, Ensign Troy Atkins, Chief Operations Officer on Copernicus Station.. I need to find something more productive to do with my time. Now I’m off to do who knows what. Perhaps I shall find a New Year’s resolution to make…
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