Re: Hate Thread
I hate that I always get predictably sick throughout the entire winter season. Within 3 days, I go from minor dizzying headaches, to overall soreness despite no physical activity, muscle stiffness originating from my neck which spreads to my lower back, and then joint weakening til I start buckling just from walking, and for the past week and a half I've not been able to sit down for ten minutes without running to the bathroom to fix the leakiness of my nose, which would be simpler if it were only leaky and not stuffy at the same time. Apparently, I have a small nose canal, but still manage to generate and house 5 and a half pounds of fluid from it every hour to the point that I can't even stay in my classes, then the fluids go to my eyes and they start to burn and uncontrollably water as bad as my nose, feeling like someone's been blowing cigarette smoke directly into them, and then strep throat and of course the universal vomiting and diarrhea symptoms, and my throat wouldn't feel so terrible if the only place my face wasn't missing fluids was the back of my tongue, so my dry cough leads to more irritation, and retching with each coughing fit, which is more vomiting. And this, like it does every year, will either last for the next 2 weeks, or until early February.
Yet in the summer, I'm fucking practically Triathlon-Man. I'm convinced I'm either part plant or part robot and I'm solar powered. There's no way anyone likes the amount of heat and sun I do. My college actually popularly picks students from Africa to enroll, because it makes the college look better through community efforts, and of course they'll try their ass off to stay here, and they get to fill their quota of black people without frightening away prospective white students because of urban culture. And in the freshman dorms, the heat control for 2 different pairs of rooms were in only one... mine. And as I sit in my room with my preferred heat, with my sweatshirt on and zipped up and hood on, I get a knock on the door and 3 guys straight from africa were sweating, shirtless or in wife beaters, pleading me to turn it down.
On the other side of things, if my roommate so much as leaves the fan on when I'm sleeping, I'll wake up with a cold.