I’ve fallen ill

If you couldn’t tell by the title, college has done me in once more — this time, with a proper diagnosis from someone other than a teladoc.

This time, I’ve contracted the flu and COVID. Boy has my last week been a trip. I’ve felt like death. Seriously, I thought I was dying. I couldn’t taste ANYTHING for a couple of days. I tested some odd things out in solitary confinement, I couldn’t taste Cheez It’s, Funyuns, a beef stick, chocolate, or red Powerade — it tasted like crunchy air. Sometimes, I could catch an aftertaste, but never anything strong. My room usually smells like pine and sugar cookies but, lately, it hasn’t smelled like much of anything.

My mom told me I wasn’t allowed to disclose the fact that I had COVID. But, oh well, what’s she going to do about it? She’s across state lines! She can’t catch me! PLUS SHE'S ALREADY TOLD THE ENTIRE FAMILY, SO WHO ARE WE KEEPING THIS DIRTY SECRET FROM? Contracting COVID doesn’t mean I’m weak Stephy. It means I’m human.

I had to come clean to my dear, loyal readers. I can’t keep secrets from y’all. Even if I’m pretty sure my Grandma is my only reader. Sometimes, I write these like I’m just talking to her.

I’ve had some pretty interesting stuff go down since my ailments hit me. I’m thinking about joining a sorority! I’m also trying to track down a gift for my sister this Christmas. I've already got quite a bit of stuff she’s going to enjoy, but I need something more; she’s in a weird junior high phase. Since I’m 5 years out of that now, I can say it’s weird. If you disagree with me, you’re lying to yourself. So bad. You and I both know that junior high is such a mixing pot of hormones and puberty.

College is Kindergarten for 18-22-year-olds. I’m always sick. I swear this place is just a bacteria farm. This time, I was down and didn’t know if I’d bounce back. I started at the bottom and thought I’d stay there. It wasn’t easy crawling out of my death hole.

I’m back though. I can taste the things that bring me joy once again. Sweet tea has its beautiful flavor once again. Bless it.

Thank heavens I didn’t get the COVID where my taste leaves for ages; I would’ve died.

I didn’t like eating when I couldn’t taste it. It kind of set me off actually, I could only feel the texture and it kind of threw me off. I only ate like once a day this week, and that is very unlike me.

I’m glad I lived to write this article. I wish I was being dramatic but I really felt so bad. I’m just glad I feel marginally better. I was such a little demon while I was down really bad. SEE Y’ALL NEXT WEEK. CAN'T WAIT TO WRITE FOR Y'ALL AGAIN. Writing for my beautiful readers makes me the happiest girl in the world