Oh hey I'm Julia. I'm 23. I graduated from Rowan University, and I live outside of Philly with my boyfriend and our cat Chauncey. I rule. I enjoy the finer things in life such as live music, knitting, reading, talk radio, Wilco, and Mr. Peanut.
Grossy bear.
Just when I thought I was back on top, I’m sick again.
I drug myself off the couch, and outside, in hopes that assimilating back into society would show my immune system who is the GD boss. But no. Friday night I came home and hacked my brains out, with an achy everything and a snotty nose. Wah wah. Saturday was spent on the couch napping, and at night I couldn’t take this apartment anymore!!! I moped over to McShea’s to see some peoples, only to return before closing time (dammit!) with the WORST HEADACHE EVER. I woke up crying and dreaming weird things. HELP.
It’s been a week. Come onnnn. I miss life.
There’s no clinics around here, since everyone is like, super rich. And I won’t have health insurance til April. So I panicked. I buckled. Today, I finally bought some legit medicine. Since I’ve procured a fever reducer/mucus breaker-upper/sinus decongestant/grab bag of cold symptoms reliever, I know that I’ll be back to perfect health by tomorrow. Just my luck, it always happens this way. The medicine will never get used probably. But here’s hoping I feel great in the AM.
I can’t wait to feel better. Being sick is a tad fun with the whole being a bum, eating pudding, etc., but it gets so boring after ohhh, a day. I haven’t been able to go to the gym much, and Scott bought cookies for me to snack on (he’s such an enabler). Fantastic. He seriously is a super boyfriend though. Getting me water and chloraseptic, and sleeping next to the snot monster that I have become. He deserves mad props.
Wednesday I’ll be heading home. Haven’t seen the folks in some time, so I’m looking forward to it! And even more so, my friends!!! I miss those assholes.
