WARNING : This is likely to be a rant. So get ready or get out.
I’m in a particularly sour mood today. My finals start in three days or so and my cold is right on schedule. For the past few years, I catch the flu right before my exams. Nature works in mysterious bloody ways.
Naturally, I’m annoyed because all my ‘p’s are ‘b’s, hot water just burns my already dry and sore throat, and I can’t sit at my desk without running to the loo to get a tissue for my nose. My overall concentration and usual astute and careful attention to detail has been squandered due to unrelenting migraines. Eg; I almost titled this ‘flegm’ and finals.
Other than my clogged sinuses, I’ve barely gotten ahead with my exam portions because I spent the whole of last night whining and rubbing Vicks and Tiger Balm all over my face and back. Followed by excessive whining and crying due to the burning of my eyeballs as a result of putting too much balm.
(I’m considering running away to my grandma’s and eating banana bread for the rest of my life.)
So why do I have this finals-phlegm curse? Good/eh/bad question, obvious answer. Tonsillitis.
For those of you who aren’t familiar with word, the non-medical, layman explanation of it is “when your tonsils are a magnet and the flu is iron”. You’re basically prone to catching any type of cold, flu yadda yadda and a key symptom is when your tonsils swell up really big and painful. Thus, every swallow feels like you’ve got a fish bone stuck somewhere in between, your voice is grainy, you speak in wisps of words and the fever takes care of the rest of the headaches *pun*. The voice dilemma coupled with a frequent popping of partially blocked ears is deeply traumatizing for us bathroom singers. And the grand cherry on the top is my deviated septum.
(I have the keys to my grandma’s. A serious consideration at the moment.)
Writing seems to take the edge off and since my head throbs with every word I read from this textbook that is the size of both ‘Deathly Hallows’ part one and two, my blog is my secret escape. This special place that lightens up my face with a screen and lightens up my mood as I type in that URL – WordPress. Ah, food to the soul.
Political science is the first exam. Woo – effin – hoo. I’m staggering through ‘sovereignty’; a topic I feel ironically stripped of personally, as the fear of exams and the unknown extent of this flu cast a shadow over me. I crave some TV watching every now and then but the prospect of hearing obscure static beneath a re-run of Friends would most probably worsen my headaches.
As I wrap up this rather negative post I want to conclude with a creepy observation I’ve made. A few days ago I published a fictional post about a character that encounters a power cut as she is sick in bed, alone at home. And boy, the similarities are scary. I AM THE CHARACTER. Maybe not the part where she bumps into a lot of furniture, but the flu, the cold compresses, the constant sniffing, everything is the same. It’s got to be the weirdest writer deja-vu I have ever experienced.
Also a word to the wise, be careful how you blow out your nose. I’ve been pretty relentless and harsh in this endeavour to the point where I’ve pulled my nose so hard that I cut it at its seating. Speaking of which, I think I feel a nosebleed close by.
P.S Good luck to those with finals and those with the winter cold. Just remember, there’s someone worse off than you *cough*.
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