Sick Day

The floor next to my bed has become a biohazard; a toxic wasteland of used tissues, obstructing the view of the carpet below. Every passing minute the layer of white grows deeper and deeper, leaving my nose red and chafed. I tried putting thick hand lotion on it last night, but it only lasted about ten minutes before it was all blown off again.

I inhale deeply, my lungs thick with mucus and crying for oxygen, but the forced air brings on a coughing fit that leaves me wincing and clutching my throat with a cold hand in hopes that it might bring down the swelling I can feel growing in my trachea.

Two Advil found their way into me, summoned to fight the headache that I can't quite identify: sinus or fragile skull; I'm not sure. Yesterday I tried combining one Advil and one Wal-phed (for which I had to sign a waiver promising not to make meth), but I didn't feel a difference in snot-output, so I gave up.

Today is Day Three of my first cold of the season. No idea where I got it from since I'm often quite isolated, but colds are funny that way - if they want to find you, they will. Now I lie in my bed, mind foggy and eyelids drooping, and contemplate the fact that I need a job, though I'm inwardly glad that I'm allowed a guilt-free sick day today.

My Epilepsy Story: Mothers

I found this blog today and one post in particular struck me. I think about my own mom and how amazing she's always been, supporting me and my epilepsy even while she was scared herself. She sat by my bedside in the hospital and held my hand, making up stories to keep my mind off the pain. So to all of the moms out there, whether your kid has epilepsy or the flu, we thank you for taking care of us.

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