It’s finally happened.
I’ve fought off countless attempts to subdue me.
But mark this day, February 25, 2013, I, Marissa Kaye Watson
became a shadow of my former self.
And by former self I mean who I was yesterday.
What what what!? You ask?
Sickness.
And in my life, I can’t just get sick on my own private
time, no, it has to be semi public.
To give some background to this story—my lovely roommate
A-dog gets sick an average of every 2 weeks; from the common cold to the flu,
she’s had it all! However, I have managed to protect myself in a variety of
ways.
The 819 must haves:
-Kleenex
-Hand
sanitizer
-Halls
cough drops
-Vitamins
-Cold
medication
Yet, my amazing immune system collapsed suddenly and
wretchedly today. The morning started out beautifully, I was wearing boots, and
a scarf (other clothes too) but that’s pretty classy I feel, not to mention the
fact that it was a MONDAY. So, class number one goes well, taking notes, doing
my thang. My first class is at 10, and then at 11 I have a break till noon, so
that’s when I eat lunch. Usually I do some type of bible study, check my email,
and eat, ya know typical college-y stuff.
I was excited because they had baked potato soup yesterday
(the reason for my excitement is unknown, I have baked potato soup about twice
a week, but it’s YUMMY) I’m not sure where things went so wrong…I ate and it
was delicious, then I packed up and headed to Health Comm.
Now I feel this is where my stomach started to turn. All of
yesterday’s class was spent reading birthing stories. WHAT. WHAT IS THAT. I
don’t know, but I’m a little completely scarred for life. As I was
reading these stories I began to feel a little queasy, I just figured it was
the extremely graphic accounts of different births, but alas it appears I may
have been wrong.
I have this issue with being stubborn, and in the most
ridiculous ways. I’d skip class if I stubbed my toe—but if I’m actually feeling
terrible NO I MUST PRESS ON. So I attended my next class, thinking ‘hey! It’s
my last class, I’ll be fine!’ However, the longer I sat the worse I felt.
I was completely miserable.
And then that thing that happens happened. When all the
blood drains from your head and your mouth goes supper dry and your stomach
starts to rumble.
Yea. That happened. And with 15 minutes left of class I
grabbed all my stuff scribbled on my class folder took notes, left early—SICK. And ran. This is always awkward—but
it’s even more awkward when you’re literally sitting in the farthest chair from
the door. But nonetheless, I made it out and well…I’ll leave that bit out.
The next hour or so was spent texting people that ‘I’m
dying’ and calling my mother to ask for a diagnosis. (I’m big on pity parties
when I feel under the weather).
And as I lay in my cozy little bed I was blessed to realize
how I’ve been so blessed with the people in my life, mama Hitchcock texted her
condolences and wished me well, G-swag brought me soup and stayed with me for
most of the day—beating me miserably in chess, until I forced him to watch duck
dynasty instead. And later that evening some lovely ladies came to look after
me (even though I felt fine by then). But hey—when I play the sick card I play
it big.
