Halcyon Repose

I hate being sick, but normally I can suffer through it. What I can’t stand on the other hand, is having a fever. I never really had fevers when I lived in Tennessee, but for some reason, ever since I moved to California, every time I come down with even the slightest cold, I manage to run a fever along with it. When it comes to having a fever I am a little baby. All I want to do is curl up into a little ball on my bed and cry.

I bring this up because there is currently a nasty little bug running around work. Coughing, headaches, and really really bad fevers. Of course being the lucky guy that I am, I managed to contract this along with everyone else. It was an absolute nightmare, for 3 days of solid fever. Not only was I sick, but my roommate was sick as well. Get up for awhile in the morning, down some Theraflu, sleep for a bit longer, take some Advil, check email, sleep, and when the coughing got to bad to sleep, I got to make some half hearted attempts at game playing. I was wrapped up like a burrito trying to sweat out my fever, and all in all.. I wouldn’t recommend the experience to anyone.

About the only thing that comes close to being that sick, is watching a close friend get sick as well. She started getting sick a bit after me, so after I battled my way out of my fever and was coherent of the world again, I started worrying about her. Psychologically I am a fixer. I see someone who needs help and it breaks my heart faster than anything. So seeing someone else laid out that badly about drove me nuts. There is not a lot you can do for them except comfort them while they wait it out, but yet I feel like there is something more I could do to help. Of course she has plenty of people dropping off the drugs and medications, so all that is left to give is a sympathetic ear, which in it’s own way is a help.. or at least I hope it is.