sick and tired of being sick and tired

Today, January 29th would be day 13 of me being sick. This is getting a little ridiculous. I understand that there are things lke virues that go around, but really can't the stupid things take a break. Last year, there was the swine flu epidemic which completely took over our school. The "crud" thats been going around has taken out more people in a week than the swine flu did total last year. Really crud? Come on and leave me alone.

Last time I blogged, was the first time I had gotten out of bed the whole weekend. I was thinking I was feeling better, but by the time I was done blogging I was so tired that I could do nothing the rest of the day. Monday was basically a fail of a day because I was too tired to pay attention in any classes and I had to learn an entire chapter of AP Euro that night. So that just assured that I would be tired the rest of the week. Tuesday, I woke up and I was feeling good. I thought that I was finally healthy and I wasn't even tired even though I did not get much sleep. I was in an amazing mood, it was wonderful. But by that night I was not feeling so hot anymore. And thus began my downfall. I am now sitting on the couch on a Saturday night. Sweet, right? I have been here since about 2:00 this afternoon, before which I was in bed since I had woken up at 7:00 am. Rough. I am now affected by my cough and cold, but now have been blessed with a stomach ache like no others. This is pain equivalent to a giant jumping on my stomach, or a porcupine rolling around inside me, painful. I have not eaten, other than a few awful low-fat, low-sodum saltines, since lunch yesterday. Needless to say this sickness has left me hungry and cranky. Joy.

I feel like there are little animals living inside me, or maybe little mythical creatures. I think they could be called little mischievous fairies. They are running around inside of me playng tricks on my body. They tell my brain that it is okay for me to feel healthy when I am at school and have nothing to do, so I am allowed to be healthy and bored. But when I have things to do, like when I wake up, or get home from school, or on the weekends, it is okay for my body to be sick and not feel good all day. Little mischievous fairies, I am not appreciating your antics. I don't understand why you hate me so much. Can you not just make me feel gross when I am sleeping, or when I would not like to be doing something other than laying on the couch watching Disney Channel and crappy movies. I like my weekends. The fairies obviously do not. This is no fun anymore. The two weeks of sickness need to end, but not like I thought they ended last time. I want the fairies to play nice and fair and not trick me. I want to feel better, can we please be friends fairies?

The "Crud".

So I begin feeling sick last Monday. Granted, it is now Sunday, and this is the first day that I feel well enough to blog about my illness. So one may say, "Oh, did you have the flu?" or "Strept throat?". Let me assure you, it was quite the opposite. The doctor diagnosed me with..... the "Crud".

We'll start with some definitions. This is quite the medical term, so as you may guess, these will be strictly medical definitions.

As told by urbandictionary.com, the "crud" is:

When you turn into a walking snot ball you have "The Crud" You cough up mucus and your nose runs constantly therefor the use of the word "crud".

 

As much as I would like to agree with their definition, they have it slightly off. And here begins our story.

 

I wake up Monday. Everything is fine, minus it being Monday, a holiday, and me having school. But anyway, birds are chirping outside, life is going on. So I get up, go to school, the whole deal. At some point later on, the headaches begin. I get home from school, and the dreaded cough begins. So I tell my parents that I'm not feeling that great, but its okay. I go to school Tuesday. The body aches begin, then the chills, then the earaches. By Wedsnesday, I have every symptom of the flu, except the fever. Of course, just my luck. I got in bed at like 5:00 that night, and had crazy dreams. The kind of crazy dreams you only have when you are sick. Thursday I wake up, and I think I am dying. You may be thinking yeah right, you just didn't feel that good, but honestly I would have felt better rotting away then I did waking up that morning. It was bad. I go to school for two classes, long enough to take my calculus test early and fail it because my sickness prevailed me and I forgot all I knew. No worries though, it only dropped my average sixteen points, no biggie. I sleep all day, woke up Friday morning trying to put myself in the mindset of 'TGIF' and 'yay weekend', but it wasn't happening, I just wanted to rip my eyes out they hurt so bad. I spent the entire day at school, hoping that I would be fine to enjoy my weekend. But no, of course not. With ONE hour left of school, I called my mom and left to go to the doctor.

 

(side note: I HATE the doctor. I have not been there for an illness since freshman year. I went in with a 103 fever, only to get diagnosed with the "crud" which brings us back to the story)

 

I drive home, and get back in the car like two minutes later to ride back down to the doctors office with my mom. I go back, and tell the lady doctor, "last time I was here, they told me I had the "crud" and that really bothers me, that is not medical terminology and please do not let me have the crud". So she says "okay" and they check me for flu and strept and come back to tell me both tests were... negative. Of course. Just my luck right. So I sit there looking at her waiting to hear what is wrong with me, and these words come out of her mouth like daggers stabbing into my sore and aching body, "You have the 'crud'". I was so angry. I could have spit, if only her stupid swab tests hadn't removed all the body liquids from me leaving me dried out and unhappy. I could see the smirk dancing in the corner of her mouth, mocking me singing "You have the 'crud', you have the 'crud'". I felt defeated. As if it couldn't get any worse, then my mom chimes in "Oh, well if she doesn't have the flu, can she still get a flu shot?" I thought "No mom, No. She can't still get the flu shot, she hurts everywhere, she doesn't need it." But the peppy doctor, opened the door and yelled out to her evil minon nurses, "Can I get a flu shot".

 

Ten minutes later, I walked out the door of the hospital. I walked in just a normal girl going to get checked on to make sure she wasn't deathly ill, and I walked out sore, poked, and prodded. It was a miserable experience. The "crud" is the worst virus one could ever get. There is no medicine that can help you. You have to sit and suffer. I am sitting here typing, almost one whole week after this all began with a simple headache, telling you to save yourself. Run far far away, you don't want the "crud". It is cruel and mean, and it mocks you while you lay in your bed all weekend, unable to move. It laughs in your face while you see all the fun things going on around you on twitter and facebook, but you can't do them because you have the "crud". Save yourself before it is too late.

This is mouth eyes. Its kind of creepy. If I were this girl I would be embarrassed of  this picture even before my eyes turned into mouths. (ps. http://knowyourmeme.com/memes/mouth-eyes)

This is an ugly bird.  It is a king vulture. It is giving me the stink eye.

I google-imaged princesses, this is what a got. This is a really fat cat. This is not a princess. If I were a little kid and I saw this I would run away screaming. It would ruin my childhood and liking of princesses.

I am not sure what this jungle man is doing, but the leopard print scarf is a turnon.

I google-imaged triathalons... this is what a found. This is a couch-skelly (he can't be a couch potato because he's not a potato)

www.icanhascheeseburger.com

cool cars are for kewl kats.

These are the coolest cars I've ever seen in my life minus the few that are kind of disturbing. If you google "funny cars" (like I did) then beware because some strange things may come up. I think cars should probably stay normal like regular cars and then dirty cars wouldn't come up when I just wanted to see cool ones.

If I were an animal....

I hate when I have too much time on my hands, because that would be when I begin to over think things. There are all those dumb ads on facebook, and random websites where you can take quizzes to see what animal you would be. And honestly, those are the kinds of things I think about when I am bored. This is why I should not go to school. Anyway, if I were an animal what would I be...

1. Cat: Although this could be a promising option, I absolutely despise cats so why would I ever want to be one. I mean sure they do nothing all day, I could go in and out mostly likely as I pleased. I could lay whereever I want and I could lick myself, but how gross is that? I don't want to spit up hairballs all day, eat nasty bugs and get rained on all day. That would suck. So cats are definately ruled out.

2. Dog: This too could be fun, go on walks, sleep in peoples beds, do pretty much whatever I want. If I fortunate to be a dog as spoiled as mine, I would have all the toys in the world, free reign of the house, and my owners completely whipped to my every beck and call. I could ring a bell, and my owners would come feed me or take me out or whatever I want. But after a while, the same-old same-old would get boring. So, sorry to the dogs, I would NOT want to be one of them.

3. Bugs: Ew, this is not even an option. No one likes bugs, and so this is not worth commenting on. If I were a bug, I would probably get stepped on and be done. So, ew no.

4. Bird: I've thought about this one a lot actually. I mean how cool would it be to have the freedom to fly whereever you want whenever you want. But then you have to worry about things like their stupid migratory patterns, and the fact that they have to eat certain things and so it kind of ruins the fun of being able to go wherever you want. But it would still be cool to fly. Just not as cool as it could be if they didn't have to be so environment picky

I had more thoughts but then they went away so I think that I would want to be a flying squirrel. I'm not sure why,  I just think they are cool. I want to glide freely from tree to tree and have people watch me on planet earth and talk about how cute I am and how much they wish they had me as a pet. That would be cool.

rhyming game

Over Christmas Break, I discovered a fun game at like four in the morning. I was really tired and so it didn't make much sense. Also, I'm not sure why it is so fun but it is and I like it.

Rules:
-you have to go in alphabetical order (except vowels because they're weird)
-it doesn't have to be a real world


example: zipper

bipper
cipper
dipper
fipper
gipper
hipper
ipper
jipper
kipper
lipper
nipper
pipper
quipper
rippper
sipper
tipper
vipper
wipper
yipper
zipper

its fun. but its more fun when you say it out loud. That is all.

HEAVEN.

When I think of heaven I think of Yogurt Mountain. There is nothing more heavenly than that. (http://www.yogurtmountain.com/)

Yogurt Mountain is the most ingenious idea for a place ever. Self serve yogurt is so much better than yogurt served by grumpy people with greasy hair and dirty hands who are getting paid minimum wage to have an attitude when you ask for more toppings. But at the lovely Yogurt Mountain allows you to pick your flavors and how much, you can mix and match them as you please. Then after you are done compiling an assortment of soft frozen yogurt goodness, you can go over to the seemingly never ending buffet of topics and pile your sugary goodness with more sugar. There is nothing better.

Thank you Yogurt Mountain, you have given me something worth living for.

bestfriend texts

7:05 am - Omg school. Kill myself. 

7:05 am- I HATE it here. 

7:05 am- Come get me. 

7:05 am- Save me

7:05 am- I have a bad feeling about today 

7:05 am- :( 

7:06 am- I'm blowing up your phone because I'm scared of the boy next to me. 

7:06 am- He keeps staring.....

7:06 am- I hate it when people stare at me

7:06 am- it gives me the creeps

7:06 am- And I have to know every country in the world by first period. 

7:06 am- Can you say. NO BUENO?

7:06 am- I hate this place

7:07 am- Who invented mbrook?

7:07 am- They should die

7:07 am- I bet there already are dead

7:07 am- Which means they don't have to put up with this. 

7:07 am- Immmaaa shoot em'

7:10 am- I love you too. But love isn't gonna save me megan berry! This place is too powerful. Its like a psych ward here. There are too many freak. TOO MANY!!!!!

7:14 am- I'm sitting in the library by myself. Listening to some FREAK with purple hair talk about this book about a guy and a girl who went on a bike ride. And she has the "editors version" oooo purple hair you're so cool imma slapp you. Omg omg she just used the phrase "asian'ness" 

7:16 am- Haha ugh I wish I had your life. I hate this place megan like I just wanna cry. 

7:16 am- I want to be mini and run away and I'd be so small I would kick the bike cop in the toe and he wouldnt even seen me, then I'd run. 

7:16 am- Then get big again. 

7:20 am- I wish I could. If you were Jesus, I would leave and just say to the office, my Heavenly Father is calling me so back off!

7:21 am- Some Asian just walked right into the door hahahahah 

needless to say I love her.