This week, I was willing to bet money that I had mono. I had chills, a fever, and worst of all, I was sleeping around 12-16 hours per day, and waking up still feeling tired. The doctor at Goddard thought it was a viral infection, and I had hope. I spent my days eating chicken soup, drudging to class, and sleeping. I thought all hope was lost. I had a fluid dynamics test and a thermodynamics test that week, and I had to chug a combination of cold brew coffee and theraflu in order to remain consciousness.
But then, Thursday struck. I slept for only (yes, only) nine hours and I felt great. There was color in the world. The birds sang in harmony. The squirrels pranced to and fro about their trees. Nature amalgamated into one beautiful euphonious sound of good health. Most importantly, I would be able to make Gameday (not saying I'm the lucky fan, but every game I've been to, we've won by atleast 20 points.)
The day afterwards, I slept for only seven hours. I can feel my body not being sick, and it feels great. I ate a burger from IHOP. I didn't need fluids 24/7. I didn't need vitamin C, airborne, ZICAM, and zinc to start my day off. And most importantly, I could probably jump without collapsing and falling asleep. Life was on the upslope, and what better day than a Friday to discover that?
I am thankful for my good health, and I hope to use that moment as a turning point to take better care of my body, which includes exercise and eating healthy. On a slightly downer note, one of my roommates' girlfriends has mono, so the risk still remains that we might all have mono. Hopefully this post does not become my Famous Last Words.
But then, Thursday struck. I slept for only (yes, only) nine hours and I felt great. There was color in the world. The birds sang in harmony. The squirrels pranced to and fro about their trees. Nature amalgamated into one beautiful euphonious sound of good health. Most importantly, I would be able to make Gameday (not saying I'm the lucky fan, but every game I've been to, we've won by atleast 20 points.)
The day afterwards, I slept for only seven hours. I can feel my body not being sick, and it feels great. I ate a burger from IHOP. I didn't need fluids 24/7. I didn't need vitamin C, airborne, ZICAM, and zinc to start my day off. And most importantly, I could probably jump without collapsing and falling asleep. Life was on the upslope, and what better day than a Friday to discover that?
I am thankful for my good health, and I hope to use that moment as a turning point to take better care of my body, which includes exercise and eating healthy. On a slightly downer note, one of my roommates' girlfriends has mono, so the risk still remains that we might all have mono. Hopefully this post does not become my Famous Last Words.
A graphic of the symptoms of mono. Source: Wikimedia Commons
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