Horrible Patient

I am really bad at being sick.

Some people are really stoic and strong - no complaints, whining, or worries. They tough it out. They may have a travel mug of tea glued to their hands, tissues spilling out of their pockets, Halls wrappers on every surface of their bedroom and cold medicine in their bag, but you don't hear a word out of them. Just the occasional *sniff, sniff* and *ah-choo!*

I am not like that. Well, I am, but only right at first. I will be strong for approximately 48 hours, and then I lose it. I revert back to my four-year old self - sad, depressed, and helpless. Phrases like "I am so over this" and "Someone please shoot me" have been known to escape me. The other problem is that I look sick. And I mean, really look sick. Half-mast eyes pouring forth tears, cherry-red nose, bedraggled hair, and mismatched combinations of sweats and hoodies.

I am no good at being sick. I currently have a very stubborn cold that has now moved into my chest (hello, ab workout!) and am looonnngg past my non-complaining phase. It's been over a week and I am even past the whining phase and have morphed from the nice, friendly nursing student into an angry and bitter persona.

Watch out, world.


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