All right, here is what I hate about being sick:
- I can never identify what, exactly, is plaguing my body. Is it a cold? Merely sinuses? A combination? A doctor could solve this, but...
- I hate doctors. Quit testing me for hypothyroidism.
- Low energy levels that force me to stay in bed. I know this is contradictory to everything I love, i.e. rolling around in my bed, but when it's 70 degrees out, I'd prefer to be sipping on a margarita and rolling around in the grass.
- Blowing my nose. I'm almost 22 and I still don't know how to properly hold a tissue to my nose so that snot doesn't hit my mouth.
- Not knowing what to eat. I don't want to live in a world where the sound of pizza, bacon cheeseburgers, hot dogs, or chicken tenders doesn't excite me. That's sick.
- On that note, passing up ice cream even though it's 70 degrees out. I know, right?
- Loneliness. Voluntary quarantine forces me to re-evaluate my life and listen to Michelle Branch. If you want to, I can save you. Still waiting, Michelle.
Speaking of my life, here is the (mostly accurate) breakdown of the upcoming weeks until graduation:
Complete copyedited chapter and style sheet for Copyediting, due 4/16Final draft of publishing glossary for Book Publishing, due 4/17Must be prepared to present final book proposal for Book Publishing by 4/24, present either 4/24 or 4/29Senior BFA Thesis reading, 4/29Design poetry thesis for Desktop Publishing, due before 4/30Bound poetry thesis, due 4/30Prepare for first major life crisis, 5/5AKA celebrating my 22nd birthday, 5/5Copyediting final exam, 5/5Present final project (poetry thesis design) for Desktop Publishing, 5/5Book Publishing final exam, 5/6"Well, that happened." Getting that diploma, 5/19
Even though I just typed all of that out, I still don't know where to begin. I don't have the slightest idea how it will all play out. I'm just taking it step by step, day by day, a fresh start over, a different hand to play, the deeper we fall, the stronger we stay, and we'll be better, second time around.
I'm losing any grip I had on reality.