I admit that I'm technically not a medical professional, so it might not be Ebola that's stricken me; it could be the plague.
Regardless, it's not good. I know it's that time of year called the "flu season," but that's a horrible misnomer because nobody ever actually gets the flu. (If you don't believe me, go to Student Health, where they will tell you that you do not have the flu.)
I'm fairly confident that everyone has suffered from this mystery ailment at one point in their life, but as a public service I'm going to further our understanding of "non-flu."
The longest running symptom of this seems to be this incredibly annoying headache that I fear might never subside.
I'm really not sure how to describe it except by saying that I'm pretty sure having a 747 land on my head would feel marginally better. Actually, right now, I'm praying for a 747 to land on me.
Wouldn't it be nice if a headache was the only problem in my head?
There aren't many feelings worse than firmly believing that my nose has been closed with a runny concrete mixture and that my throat is somewhere between swollen shut and on fire.
However, the delirium that goes along with this sickness is just unbearable. I am in need of some very good medication to combat the induced psychosis.
This weekend something happened that I'm entirely blaming on either the infection or the drugs (or even a combo), but I uttered the 15 most horrifying words in the English language.