But, before I realized I was sick, I went through something that I'd like to call: Stages of Sickness for Dumb People. Does anyone else go through this when they get sick?
STAGE 1: DENIAL
Wake up with a sore throat.
Oh, my throat hurts but I'm not sneezing
or coughing or congested.
It's just a sore throat, I'm sure I'll be better tomorrow.
It's just a sore throat, I'm sure I'll be better tomorrow.
STAGE 2: MISINTERPRETATION
The next day, wake up with a sore throat again.
Huh.
But, I'm not worse.
I'll DEFINITELY be better by tomorrow.
A little later in the day, I venture outside.
Why is this hot weather attacking me?
Why's it so hot?
The weatherman was so wrong.
Why's it so hot?
The weatherman was so wrong.
And, after walking around in Manhattan for a bit:
I feel lightheaded and woozy.
I must be dehydrated or hungry.
Let me go get something to eat.
Oooh, everything is spinning.
Must drink more water.
Must drink more water.
STAGE 3: EPIPHANY
Getting home and crawling straight into bed.
Oops.
I'm not woozy from hunger or dehydration,
I'm dizzy from fever and chills.
I'm not woozy from hunger or dehydration,
I'm dizzy from fever and chills.
My bad.
STAGE 4: ACCEPTANCE
Dammit, I'm sick. It's the summer, I can't be sick!
I'm not getting better by tomorrow, am I?
I'm not getting better by tomorrow, am I?
STAGE 5: EXAGGERATION
Two weeks later:
I have the plague.
It's taken over my body
and will infect everyone around me.
I am patient zero of the next zombie apocalypse.
Send heeeeeeeelp.
Or, I may have just watched one way too many zombie movies.
It took me a couple of days to figure out that I was sick and not just hungry or thirsty because in my mind, summers mean no colds or fevers or anything that has to do with being unwell. BECAUSE IT'S SUMMER. Summer's all about fun and play and happiness and the sun and all things good. Right? RIGHT? Who gets sick in the summer? Me. First time ever.
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