I Hate Bugs

How did I make it through work yesterday? Heck if I know. How did I even make it through the walk to work yesterday?

So bug bite on my arm. Noticed it Friday morning at work. By the time I left work my nose was starting to run and my throat was getting sore. Sucked it up. Took some allergy medicine and had some fun. By Sunday the bite had gone down but my body was tired. I went home after Sacrament meeting.

I went to work yesterday and except for answering the phones, things seemed fine. However, by 8pm I wanted to be in bed. My body hurt as did my throat. I could almost no longer talk. Misery. Not pneumonia misery, mind you, just... misery.

I decided to take today off. My throat hurts less today than it has the last few days but I've been coughing up a storm. And my entire body is still tired. My shoulders. My back. There's all this tension. I called in sick when I woke up at 6:25am. I went back to bed. I didn't wake up until 10:30. Considering I went to bed around 10:30pm, this is saying something. Since then I've sat on the couch and made it through two movies while trying to write my physics paper. It's freaking two pages, and I finished one of them last night! How difficult could it be? Very. Not only does my body appear to be tired but so does my brain. After 4 hours and half a page I took a shower. Do you know how much effort it was to brush my hair? I almost gave up.

This, coupled with my dear old menstrual cycle that decided my body could handle two plagues at once, has caused me some emotional torment. So has the MCAT. I need to learn enough for one more point in the next two and a half weeks. Again, no big deal. But while I sit here not being able to string sentences together for a very simple paper I also find myself not being able to make sense of any of the words on the page of my physics review book. These things, coupled with some tearing up during the movie Evening (what did I even watch before that?) caused me to start crying in the shower. I am turning into a freak. What I need is some tissues, sweat pants, chocolate and... well, I don't even know.

But this is my life. And this paper needs to be finished, my teeth brushed and my body dressed (bra included) before 5:30pm tonight when I have to walk up to campus for class and to turn in my paper. Two hours. Doable? On any other day, very.