"I love being sick!" - said NO ONE, EVER.
Well, it turns out I have laryngitis. My chest hurts from coughing, my throat is super dry and I sound like a prepubescent boy about to go through puberty -- that is, when you are able to hear my voice. I'm normally a quiet person, but I am not a mute. I didn't realize how much I actually talk... until now. My voice has been going through various stages of hoarseness since Monday. "Oh, Jasmine. You just need to calm down and relax."
I've completed two courses and need to finish one assignment in order to complete my third class. END OF FIRST GRAD SCHOOL SEMESTER IS ALMOST THERE! I have 6.12 tutoring hours that I need to finish by Wednesday. Not so bad, right? It's difficult to tutor when 1. you definitely need your voice and 2. you could work on online tutoring, but that pesky cough has caused some massive chest pains (plus, I don't want to infect anyone).
I feel all over the place, even though I'm not, and can only concentrate on how much I would love to sleep without being interrupted by bouts of coughing. It's somewhat upsetting that this is happening now, because I leave for NY on Thursday. Bright side: I'm sick now instead of next week. Downside: I'm sick now and could possibly resurface next week because of the massive temperature drops. 70's to 50's? Body, prepare yourself. Winter is coming.
I normally get sick twice a year and I was doing okay with taking care of myself ... until my dad arrived sick one day. The lack of sleep coupled with the mountain of stress that is the core of my life (I wish I was kidding) and my dad being ridiculously sick finally caused my immune system to cave. He boasts about recovering within two days while I sit here looking at him like:
I have six days to kick laryngitis to the curb, even if the medication makes me incredibly drowsy. My duties will not stop because I'm sick, so I have to suck it up and deal with it -- but I am a cranky human right now, so I will momentarily vent.