Just like hopes springing high, still I rise.
Being sick sucks worse than... well being sick and depressed. For some reason, the symptoms always go in the same exact order. First, I wake up with a sore throat. That is probably the most annoying and painful of the entire period of a cold. Talking hurts, swallowing is frustrating, you can hardly talk to anyone for fear of the burn. Then I have to down about 30 Ricolas to temporarily cease the torture. Another way to stop a sore throat for a while is to eat some toothpaste. Yeah I know, "WHAT?" Yeah I know you're not supposed to eat it. Let me tell you, it stings a bit but the mint flavor helps. And it numbs and soothes the pain. Even if it's last so long.
Next we move on to the clogged up nose. There was this one time I was sick, my nose was so stuffed up, I was laying in bed crying because I was so afraid I wouldn't be able to breathe. This one isn't so bad. Stuffed noses just require constant trips to the Kleenex box. Then the trash ends up filled to the brim with those dirty rags; so gross. My mom gets nose spray sometimes, which I snort to get a little relief. Yet you do it once, then in a few minutes you want another snort. Kind of like drugs, kind of like those Vicks mini inhalers. You can't get enough of them, especially if you have a cold.
Last, but certainly not least, is the cough. This one just become plain annoying. Every three seconds *cough**cough**cough**hack!* There's always the ones that are so bad they make you gag. It becomes super awkward when you're in a quiet room with a bunch of other people and you are the only one shattering the silence.
That reminds me of two occasions when I had fevers. The first I was sick at home, lying in my bed. It was nighttime and my mom was sitting on the edge of the bed comforting me, if that's what you could call it. I gaze up to my wall, in a dreamlike trance. Soon I see this imaginary vent near the ceiling that's oozing a gooey blue liquid. I pointed to it and said, "Water..." That was the first time I ever hallucinated. Unless it was all a dream. But I like to think of it as the former because it makes a cool story. The second was when my family and I were in San Diego for summer vacation and we had just eaten at the most popular and well known mexican in Old Town. Well as it was turning to dusk, we decided to go into the Whaley House that was right across the street. This house (from what I've read) has been there for years. Not like 10 or 20 but like decades. So we're talking YEARS. It's supposed to be the most haunted house in America, according to the tour guides and Travel Channel's Most Haunted Places in America. We pay and go in, are shown around the little court room, and living room, and kitchen, and bedrooms, and sitting rooms and so on. Sadly, no ghosts and honestly a little boring. So we get back to our hotel which isn't too far away. When we get there, all of the sudden I come down with a fever. I didn't know why. I hadn't been feeling sick or anything earlier. Although it was probably just those rare instances when one gets sick out of the blue, I believe that I was possessed by a ghost. Here I'll pause for your laughter.
Done? No? Then by all means continue on.
Now? Good. Yeah I'm just being dumb, but there was really no explanation for it. Although I never felt like there was someone else inside me. I guess it's just me trying to make everyday, normal, plain situations exciting and fun. Because heaven knows my life is about as exciting as a Twilight movie.
And that's a bunch of horseshit nonsense.
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