Actual Ailments

Although I constantly think I am dying, now I am actually sick and I reminded how horrible ailments really feel. Generally in the past, when I get ill, I realize that death isn’t at my front door and my hypochondria takes a bit of a hiatus, so cross your fingers. But being sick is somewhat of a heyday for me because I try to diagnose myself. So right at the moment, I think I either have some sort of cold, flu, or sinus infection. The fact that in my BoM class yesterday, I broke out into a moaning fever makes me think that I have some sort of flu.

So yesterday, I started off in a microbial class and felt like crap because I didn’t get home from a party till around 1:30, and then my roomie needed help writing a letter to a girl that rejected him, so I didn’t get to bed till’ about 3:00. I have class at 8, so I had to get up early and I looked like death when I got to class… So I went about my day, went to BoM, where I just couldn’t even look up at the prof. any longer, so I told my friends who sit around me that, “If I start snoring, wake me up.” So I put my head down and went to sleep. About half and hour later, I was being shook awake. “Jacob? Are you ok?” Everyone was staring at me. I was soaking wet from sweat and had been moaning for about five minutes. I had a major fever (for me because my usual temperature is around 97.5) and so I left in a rush and didn’t go to any other classes because I put myself into a coma until about 9:00.

So last night, I found myself buying a huge bottle of vaporub and practically bathing in it. My roomies were going around the apartment while asking, “What’s that smell? It smells like old people?” That would be me, in all my sick vapo-rubby goodness.