Swine flu. I don’t believe the hype…or do I?
I don’t think I have it, but I feel like death warmed over. I hardly got out of bed today. Class? Forget about it. A brief history: since August I’ve had off and on variations of sore throat, cough, congestion, sneezing, watery eyes, etc. This weekend the sore throat was prominent. Now it’s the congestion. I can’t breath. I’ve blown through a whole roll of toilet paper today, and my nose is ready to fall off. My head is in a vice grip and I’m lightheaded when attempting to walk.
Who should I blame? Nebraska: Surely this is a result of suffering through that miserable football game in the cold and rain. I am suffering from pneumonia and hurt pride. The swine: Surely they have brought this upon me. My friends: Meredith, Aaron, and Jeremy are also sick. Michael and Becca are surviving so far, though she had a sore throat yesterday and he has a headache today. There are people in most of my classes with swine flu, including one of the TAs. There’s at least one girl in my sorority with swine flu. With all of that illness going around, how could I avoid it?
I don’t know who to blame, so what should I do next? Should I go to the Student Health Center? I don’t trust them. I’m sure they’re swine flu crazy. They’ll probably diagnose anyone who walks in the door. Besides, I haven’t had the best experiences with them in the past. When I go to Student Health, I get the distinct impression that they are practicing on me so that someday they can get real jobs. Maybe that’s an unfair analysis, but you can never be too careful with your health. I don’t have another doctor, plus the university is forcing me to pay for Student Health through built-in fees, so my visit would be “free.” Hmmm. It would give me a reason to skip class. More nobly, it would avert the risk of me potentially infecting all of my classmates if I do somehow end up having the dreaded swine flu (I really don’t think I have it.)
Did I mention that I hate taking medicine? Hate it. I don’t trust the stuff. I’d much sooner suck down copious amounts of tea, soup, orange juice, and vitamins and pray for miraculous healing than pop pills with a laundry list of potential complications and side effects. Someday they’ll discover that ibuprofen causes cancer. Well, probably not. But you never know what that stuff is doing to you. Admittedly, I’ve already strayed from my anti-medicine ways with this one. I bought chloraseptic throat spray, aka, liquid heaven. I also took both Dayquil and Nyquil yesterday (the cheap knock-off versions, of course), but they didn’t seem to help much except for adding to my grogginess and lethargy.
If I never blog again, anyone reading this should assume I have turned into a pig. It’s probably difficult to type with hooves rather than fingers. Of course, I’m most likely just being a big baby over a common cold. But you never can be too sure these days.