The Sick Card (Go Big or Go Home)

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.