Friday, February 25, 2011

Seven Reasons I Hate My Room

  1. The miasma. Whether it is an antiquated Victorian belief or not, you tell when you are in a sick room. And I hate being in a sick room. Besides, I know that even though I'm covering my mouth when I cough, there are little seedy germs everywhere!
  2. The fact that it isn't clean again. I haven't had the strength to carry up loads of laundry. I haven't had the inclination to fold and put away laundry, and so I am right back to where I started a week ago.
  3. My bed. I've hated my bed from the very beginning. With two foam things on it, it is still the most uncomfortable bed I've had in my entire years living in Provo. There is no position, no spot, no anything that makes this bed comfortable except sheer exhaustion and drugs. And once those have worn off, you crawl out of bed feeling like an invalid. I can't tell if my muscles are sore from being sick or from just laying here in bed the whole time. Plus, there's no headboard, so every time I lean against the wall, the mattress goes sliding out of place.
  4. There's no TV. Rather, there is a TV, but it doesn't work because it is so old. It just sits in the corner taunting me. I have officially caught up on hulu.com and netflix.com, and my head hurts too much to even think about writing. I'm bored. Plain and simple.
  5. The temperature. Either it is too hot. Or it is too cold. I can't seem to balance it out. Well, I couldn't until about five seconds ago. Right now, my window is open about three inches and my hair is wet. I'm almost at perfect temperature right now.
  6. No one can come visit me. I'm sick = quarantined = no visitors.
  7. I have to be in here. Well, I guess I don't have to be. And I am about ready to go downstairs and sit on the couch for a bit. But I feel really bad. Because when I'm sick, I like to stay locked up in my room in order to make sure no one else gets sick. But, I can't take it anymore! Melissa just Lysoled the whole place, so I hope beyond hope that my disease does not contaminate anyone else.
Also, my hands are shaking right now. It's been really fun trying to type this out. I think it is low blood sugar since nothing sounds appetizing right now and I haven't eaten all day. Melissa has gone to go get me some soup and stuff for toast. She and Savannah have also opened their drug cabinet to me, and boy! am I grateful! It is great to have roommates that look out for you, even though when they were sick, I was fairly certain I kept my distance.

Now, I'm just going to go downstairs and enjoy the fresh smell of Lysol, the book I just got in the mail (for free!) and maybe eat some soup.

2 comments:

  1. Fart fignewton.... being sick is the worst. You can bundle up and go have the wind smack you in the face. Actually it's probably not windy in P town, just up here. When I took the babe to the doctor they said I should take him outside to let the dry air, dry up his cough. Have some soup friend and chocolate milk? Weird I know but people say it is the fastest way to level your blood sugar.

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  2. Get well soon! Being sick sucks, but at least it's a good excuse to watch movies and read books

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