My Own Worst Enemy

My body hates me.

I’m more than certain that my immune system is trying to sabotage any and all important goals that need accomplishing. Okay, maybe not any and all goals, but just the one I’ve been trying to make a reality since last Friday.

Typical.

I woke up at 8 ‘o clock yesterday morning, actually psyched and determined to retake an English test at the community college I plan to attend in the Spring…Yes, it’s a community college, but it’s a college nonetheless…That, however, did not happen. After sitting through a half hour of news stories that I’d heard about the day before, I remembered that Supernatural moved the air time an hour early to 9 ‘o clock. I turned on the respective channel, only to watch a rerun of a season three episode, which wasn’t really a big deal. It’s the kind of show I can watch reruns over and over again without getting sick of it because there’s something that I seem to notice upon the second or third watch, and honestly, it’s always good to refresh your memory.

In what seemed like a matter of minutes, I started sneezing. I could instantly feel that dreaded cloud of the common cold weigh me down. After the sneezing came the sinus headache, which then proceeded into coughing…The same thing happened last Friday (my first attempt at going to the desired destination), only with sneezing and a stomach-ache…I took a non-drowsy decongestant only to wind up falling asleep for a half an hour or so.

By the time I woke up, I felt like my whole day was wasted. Even though that wasn’t the case. Sure, it was noon, maybe 12:30 at the latest (I honestly can’t remember) and I didn’t accomplish the goal I’d been trying to complete since last week, but it’s not a waste of a day if you do what needs to be done to get your day started then chill out and relax, in hopes of feeling better. I did everything I needed to do and other things around the house, then proceeded turn on my Dell and watch something on Netflix.

After watching a long assortment of the paranormal misadventures of Sam and Dean Winchester on Supernatural, using countless Kleenex, and self-medicating with three decongestants, I can say that I do feel a little better. Not much. That sounds horrible because I’ve been trying to feel better the majority of the day and right when I start to feel good, it goes downhill. The fact that I’m only feeling a little better can be blamed for the other evident fact that I cannot fall asleep. Sure, my eyes are starting to get a little heavy and my muscles are sore from coughing, but I don’t feel drowsiness envelop me yet.

And I take that back. Okay, I don’t totally take it back because the feeling just hit me, but you get the idea. The warmth from the heat coming from the vent in my room blowing directly onto me just a couple of seconds ago was honestly making me tired. Not to mention the fact that I’m cold. I have my Emily The Strange blanket my best friend bought me some 8 years ago, but that doesn’t seem to be doing me any justice.

I feel like this whole post I just wrote is about how horrible I felt today…And I did. Sometimes I feel like I should sugarcoat things as far as my health goes because I don’t want to have a sympathy for the devil thing going on, but today was nothing serious. Just a cold, everyone gets them. Unless of course you happen to have an amazing immune system or are some kind of superhero. While the latter is the most absurd of notions, it is far more interesting than the immune system. Now I’m just rambling mindlessly because I’m tired.

It’s 5:44 a.m. on this Saturday morning, sixteen minutes until 6 a.m. The warmth from the vent is making another appearance, and I’m going to take that as a way of my house letting me know I should hit the hay…And by typing what I just did, I think it’s a good idea that I go to bed.

My body is my worst enemy…

Sleep is the best medicine.

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