Me?! Sick?!

I hate getting sick. I have no patience nor room in my life for sickness. Other people get sick. I get "feverish" or a "cough" or "tired" or "congestion" but I don't get "lie down dizzily in your bed feeling like crap" kind of sick.

I mean I did in high school, but they called that "mono", not "sick."

And I don't understand why it happens NOW, of all times. I've not slept, and been stressed, and up late doing stuff, all semester. I've gotten more sleep the last three nights than I have in a LONG LONG time, and so I wake up this morning and it's hard to swallow and I'm all fevery. I've also been eating a lot more than normal, though (even for the amount I usually eat) so maybe I should have seen that as a warning sign that my body was about to crash on me.

Why now, in the middle of FINALS? I just want to take my tests and go home. That's all. Just two more 3 hour marathon sessions of various sorts of applied math and then I can go sleep and relax all I want.

I will say that it made my circuits final some sort of fun. I didn't feel too fevery going into it (I want to be done but if I had thought I was getting REALLY sick I would have gone to health services; no need to fail something just for pride...) but about halfway through, when my concentration was going anyways, I got really warm. I still finished the exam though, and wasn't feeling terrible walking out. I think that in some ways having a fever (or maybe just a good night's rest and some studying) really helped though because my mind was less tense than usual so I got a few more brilliant moments of insight than I usually do on those pesky things. (It was a hard exam. The professor told us before we started that PHI would probably be open by 1130 so we could go get wasted afterwards.)

Then I went for lunch with Katie and Christina and got more tired and warm and sore. And now I'm back and I feel really terrible. Katie gave me a hard time about not sharing ice cream, but I really think she's going to be glad that I ducked out on that one...

I was planning on sleeping but I laid down and couldn't sleep (imagine that...) so I'm going to go in the other room and watch TV and do something tedious like those review sheets for stats I'll need on Thursday, and wait for the appointment nurse to call me back so I can go in and find out what the hell decided to kick my butt today. And then kick its butt right back because like I said, I don't get sick.