Vacate, is the word.
Vengeance has no place so near to her.
Cannot find the comfort in this world.
Artificial tear. Vessel stabbed, next up, volunteers?
Vulnerable. Wisdom can't adhere.
Okay so I can explain. Jus gimme a chance to explain.
OH WHY WONT YOU LET ME EXPLAIN?!
So I caught this weird ass virus or bug or something. The fuckin thing was the most effective and quickest thing I have ever had and I it came out of nowhere.
Usually when I get sick it goes like this,
I’ll be sleeping and dreaming about…the things I dream about (Sara Evans, watching baseball while eating Doritos, and crazy things that can only be resembled in old USSR cartoons) when I’ll wake up and notice my throat is a tad bit dry. I cough the wussiest cough ever and then it hits me, I’m sick. Maybe not right then and there but that pussy cough usually represents that a cold is about 24 hours away. Like clockwork, 24 hours later I’ll be plugged up and sicker than a dog.
This was weird though. Saturday I was mostly fine. My eyes were really watery (which is very unusual for me) and I was tired but I believe that was more due to my lack of sleep the night before.
Sunday I was pretty much in bed the whole day. Eyes were watery with the crusties underneath, head was pounding, I was weak, and walking to the other side of the room would increase the heart rate. The weird thing was that I wasn’t stuffy, no sneezing, and my ears weren’t playing tricks (my ears always seem to plug up when I get a cold).
Although I didn’t seem stuffed up people on the phone said I sounded ill. Maybe that’s because I was ill. Hmm I guess that’s definitely a thought.
Also when I get sick I usually don’t let that stop me from doing the things that I usually do other than working out. I avoid people at all cost (I do that anyway) but I can usually work with whatever sickness I have. This particular bug was not workable. I think I only missed about 5 days of school (one being senior skip day) and I’m usually really stubborn when it comes to illness. It takes a lot to make me miss things.
Monday night I felt so unbelievably terrible. It was to the point where I couldn’t do anything without holding my head in my hands and pray that the pain goes away. It could’ve been a caffeine headache but I’ve had those before and this was unbelievable. I finally got home and went straight to bed.
I woke up about a hour in a half later and everything was gone--the pressure in my head, my watering eyes, and my weakness. I was ready to go…at 2am. Unlike the past two days, I wasn’t going to sleep a wink because I completely awake and alert.
Yesterday I felt pretty similar--I went out of the house, I arrived at work and I wasn’t crabby, I even sang in the shower. There’s still a bit of remnants from this bug but I can’t see it coming back for more. At least I hope not.
I wonder what the deal was though. Maybe it was that bucket of AIDS that I drank, or maybe it’s a genetic deal because my dad’s from Wisconsin and my mom from Iowa, or maybe I should stop eating quarters.
Did I describe a migraine? I don’t think I’ve ever had one but then again, I don’t think I’ve ever had anything that bad either.