The Sickness

(originally posted on Myspace)

Friday, February 02, 2007

The Sickness Current mood: sick As some of you know, I have been sick for a week and a half, and it just keeps getting worse. Rich insisted on buying me day-quil yesterday. I was very grateful, but it became bittersweet when I remembered my gag reflex and the reason I learned to swallow pills before I was 12. Kelsie vs. Day-quil Round 1. We showed up almost late for work Thursday night. I instantly went for the lemonade to chase away the aftertaste. After three sips of medicine (followed by much gagging and even more lemonade) it was finally gone. It wore off exactly four hours later, and I began coughing and sneezing. I couldn't breathe or walk very well. Round 2: NyQuil The most amazing stuff in the world. It took me 20 minutes to work up the courage, but I did it. Gross! It knocked me out though. It was nice until it wore off exactly four hours later. It's not fun to lay in bed dying at 5 am. I had piano lessons at 8:30 this morning and didn't have time for my oh-so-regular battle with day quil. Bad idea. You know it's bad when you mark your adventure from the UR building through the Fine Arts Building with "just make it to the next drinking fountain, the next chair." I was lucky to have drank so much water because just as I got home, I started coughing so hard I threw up. More than once. Luckily, I hadn't touched food in about 24 hours. Bile. Yum. Round 3. I slept for a long time and woke up at 1:30 to take some dayquil so I could make it to choir at 2:30. I am almost to the point where I don't even care about the taste. It still took 3 sips, but went over much more smoothly. Then back to bed. 2:10. Time to get ready for choir. I've basically been in bed for four days, but I decided it was a good idea for me to try to sing. I lasted about 7 minutes. And I was only pretending to sing. So I came home to sleep. Again. Upon waking up, I found my head throbbing. It's strange. It's not a headache; it feels like I actually hit my head on something. Then there are the occasional stabbing pains in my brainstem. I think I have a tumor. Hopefully I will be better by my concert in a week. Sigh. In the last four days I've spent a grand total of about 10 hours NOT in bed. I've noticed a few very interesting things. I don't like fashion programs. They really really bother me. Masking a person's fears and inadequicies is sort of the opposite of what I do. I don't mean to offend, but I don't think clothing matters as much as the light behind a person's eyes. And I especially don't like shows about the "superstars." I don't think they're super-stars. I think they're just like everyone else. They, for the most part, have not proved their integrity, passion, or kindness, yet they get a lot of glory. It really bothers me. Aparently, I dream in Spanish and wake up speaking it. I'm grateful for this hacking cough because I know it's not big enough to make me throw up. I'm especially grateful for Mitch for always switching me shifts so I can get hours without killing myself off. I'm grateful for Rich for making me promise that I would take medicine. Most of all, I'm grateful for this bed that has been with me through some pretty rough times. Haha.