(Short chapter)
I hate being sick so much.
I know that there probably isn't a person that's super into being sick, but holy shit I hate it.
I rarely get sick. It is super unlikely that I will fall ill. I don't know why, I don't know if I have a super immune system or something, but it's rare that I have to see my doctor over being sick.
But when I actually DO get sick?
Holy hell.
It's like my body tries to make up for the other like four occasions that year where I SHOULD have been sick.
So, rather than a small cold, I contract the fucking plague.
Example:
Rather than being in school today, being a productive member of society and biding my time until I can go to bed, I am bedridden.
Last week, I started having a cough. Naturally, I thought it was my allergies, since that's usually the closest to "sick" that I get.
Fine, right?
No.
I've been trying to make sure I get up on time and go to class, because I have shit to do.
Alas, my mom decided to take me to the doctor's.
And what did we find?
It wasn't my allergies. It wasn't a cold. It wasn't even a virus.
No.
This shit, the reason I can't breathe without pain or a fit of coughing, is actually bronchitis.
AND,
Just to add the icing of tears onto my fun cake of misery,
I ALSO have an upper respiratory infection.
And I swear, I have no idea how I got it.
Apparently some peasant must have coughed in my direction. And now as a result, I feel like death.
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Rants; A Tale Of Epic Annoyance
RandomThis will be a book of my rants, commonly spilled onto the unfortunate souls whom happen to talk to me. Enjoy yourself; perhaps you'll relate.
