It's recently occurred to me that holy hell I get sick a lot. Not like maybe catch a cold kind of sick a lot, but full on hospital visits at least once a year. That, to me, says that I'm doing something wrong. I just don't know what it is. I'm eating healthy, I go to the gym, I work in a physically challenging environment, and those who know me know I love my sleep and try to get 8 hours every night. So what am I doing wrong that my body decides to just mess with me like this?
Since the end of last month, I have not had a single day of feeling just fine and dandy. For the first two weeks I was continually exhausted, and my mom thought I might have mono again. I slept pretty much for an entire weekend to get past the exhaustion, but the next weekend I wake up with a cough, which, even though I was taking basic stuff like mucinex to get rid of, got worse and now has settled quite nicely in my lungs. There's a weird ache in my chest and I can't breathe without coughing or wheezing, which is really just a barrel of fun. On Tuesday of last week my entire face hurt (which was almost amusing because of the joke "does your face hurt?" joke) because of some wacked out sinus pain. On Friday night, whatever it was dropped down into the chest because every time I tried to breathe it was like sucking through a straw.
Finally, yesterday, I went to the doctor. This marks twice within a week. She asked what the other doctor had said ("It's probably one of those weird summer viruses. Push the fluids and take some cough medicine with codine to help you sleep"). Then she listened to my lungs, nodded, and said, "We'll fix that." Two minutes later she came back with an inhaler. Not just one inhaler, actually, because she wrote a prescription for another. And a z-pack. Woo antibiotics! Apparently her plan is to effectively napalm my lungs. Either way, I guess it's working because I woke up this morning and could breathe without hacking up a lung or making strange noises.
Anyway, this past weekend I went down to DC (probably not the best idea, but I was hell bent on going). It. Was. AMAZING. I really like DC, despite its heat and humidity during the summer. I'd visited before, but I hadn't really used the subway system or felt like a non-tourist before. I think it also helped that I drove down instead of taking the train (I'm sorry, $150 round trip? Surely you must be joking, public transportation.) so I got to see more of the outskirts of the city. Friday night we basically just hung out in Brooke's apartment, ate Chinese food and watched Funny Face. Saturday we woke up kind of early (930, while late for both Brooke and I, is kind of early by the collegiate standard) and headed out to the Mall. You have to walk through the AU campus to catch a bus to Tenleytown, where we stopped at Zburger and had a healthy breakfast/lunch of milkshakes and frieds, then hopped on the subway to the Smithsonians. We went to the Museum of Natural History, because we both find those types of museums to be more entertaining. While a good art museum is fantastic, you can never, ever, ever touch, and Natural History museums tend to be more... finger friendly and you can interact a little more closely. Anyway, after the Mall we headed to Dupont, which is a really cute little part of DC with nice little shops and places to sit. Unfortunately it was ungodly hot and we were both pretty gross, so after about a half hour there we headed back to the apartment to shower and get ready for The Dark Knight. We caught the 830 show, and I really liked it a lot. It was sufficiently creepy with a little bit of hope thrown in there, I don't know what they're going to do about sequels because Ledger is dead, but I think he did an excellent job as The Joker. All in all, I think I'd even buy it when it comes out on DVD.
We got lunch on Sunday at a cafe on campus, and then I drove back up home. I had no idea how big of a state Maryland is until I spent a good hour and a half driving in it. I remember thinking "DEAR GOD AM I OUT OF MARYLAND YET?!?!?!" because once I hit Delaware it's practically home sweet home.
Back to bed with me, Sickies gotta rest.
No comments:
Post a Comment