Getting sick is the worst.
What’s even worse is when being sick prevents you from doing the things you enjoy doing. Unless, of course, it prevents you from attending school. In that case, getting sick is perfectly acceptable.
This past weekend was a tough one for me. Not only was I forced by my understandably overprotective mother to remain indoors, but I had to suffer through the worst cough I’ve ever experienced, a fever, chills and a headache.
Now I know what you’re probably thinking. It’s most likely something along the lines of ‘Wow Stephon, that’s not even that bad. A least you didn’t catch a case of chronic dysentery or felt like you had to vomit every other second’. But hey, what can I say–I’m sensitive. I can count on one finger the number of times that I have gotten sick since attending high school.
Besides the unshakable chills that attacked me as I napped in the middle of the day, the rest of my weekend was pretty relaxing. That is of course disregarding the runny nose and persistent sneezing.
I guess the part about being sick that bothered me the most was not being able to attend the mentorship breakfast for the Houston Association of Black Journalists. From what I hear from my friends that did attend, it was a blast. Guess I’ll just have to wait for next time around.
Long story short, next time there’s a Beyonce concert and I have to stand in line with freezing cold weather, I’ll wear a thicker jacket.