That's what you call ironic. I-ro-ni-c.
Great.
I've got a full blown bronchitis. Came home Friday afternoon, felt okay. It got worse in the evening but still kinda managable. But then, Saturday morning, it hit me like a Shinkansen at full speed: a splitting headache, a cough that could hack up wood and pain in every possible limb of my body. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't walk,I couldn't read. Not nice.
My conviction to go to university anyways was firm all weekend but after Sunday got even worse than Saturday, I did the (sadly) more reasonable thing and went to see a doctor today. Yeah, bronchitis. Great. I'm exhilerated.
One of the few times I didn't see sickness as an comfortable excuse to stay at home it comes around to bite me in the ass.
Weeabooo!
I've got a full blown bronchitis. Came home Friday afternoon, felt okay. It got worse in the evening but still kinda managable. But then, Saturday morning, it hit me like a Shinkansen at full speed: a splitting headache, a cough that could hack up wood and pain in every possible limb of my body. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't walk,I couldn't read. Not nice.
My conviction to go to university anyways was firm all weekend but after Sunday got even worse than Saturday, I did the (sadly) more reasonable thing and went to see a doctor today. Yeah, bronchitis. Great. I'm exhilerated.
One of the few times I didn't see sickness as an comfortable excuse to stay at home it comes around to bite me in the ass.
Weeabooo!