Well I am getting better. I am so bored of being in my apartment. I'm totally well enough that I could be around people, but most of my friends live a little too far for me to walk still. I walked to the Creamery last night. That was a terrible experience. I think I will have to wait one more week before I make an hour-long walking trip to my friends. If only the roads and sidewalks weren't covered in ice, I might be able to use my bicycle, but I fear that might be dangerous.
Speaking of ice, we had a ton of that on Thursday. If you are a fellow BYU student reading this, you will know exactly what I mean, but to my family from the desert, let me try to explain to you the anomaly that was freezing rain. It was below freezing...yet it was raining. I am quite used to having it snow and then melt as soon as it touches the ground, but this was the opposite. It was raining, and as soon as it touched the ground, it froze. Every sidewalk was covered in a layer of ice. BYU was a giant ice skating rink. We had no friction. And in case you didn't already know, I have to walk 30 minutes to get to school. But Thursday it took me an hour and a half to get to class (I was SO late). I was slipping and sliding all over the place. I fell three times, and the third time was the worst. Utah just loves to have these underground parking lots underneath apartment buildings with SUPER steep driveways. Well I slipped at the top of once of those, landed pretty painfully on my hip, my hat and umbrella went flying (for the third time), and I founding myself sliding down the driveway. I flipped over to my hands and knees and dug my fingers into the ground, trying to find something to hold on to, but there was nothing and there was no friction. I slid, crying from landing on my hip, all the way to the bottom. And then I was stuck down there. Because the ice was so slippery, I couldn't get back up the driveway! I hugged the wall trying to pull myself up the driveway as my feet continued to slide everywhere. A man came and helped me out of there, retrieved my umbrella and hat, and saw me safely to the street where there was less ice. Looking back, I now find it hilarious, but at the time I was in pain and I was still very sick from the flu. I had a paper due that day, and so I knew I had to go to school, but I still did not feel well enough to leave my apartment. Luckily, a woman gave me a ride to campus after that third fall.
I'm doing better now, but I am recovering very slowly. My body has started this sort of coughing that sounds like I am wheezing and honestly it sounds like I am barely coughing at all, but in truth I am coughing as hard as I possibly can. But there simply isn't enough force behind the cough to get the fluid out of my lungs. And yet, my body continues to try. So I cough...and I cough...and I don't stop coughing...and I don't get any relief...ALL NIGHT LONG!
But really I am doing better, I'm just complaining because I am tired of being sick. I want to be well already!
I made a most interesting connection the other day. So I haven't had much of an appetite all week. For a while I couldn't taste anything, and even now I still really don't have an appetite. And so I ate very very little for quite a few days in a row. Originally, the only thing that sounded good was bread. I craved a sandwich. And then I started craving fruit. And then I really started wanting cookies. Cookies, brownies, ice cream...any sort of sugar would do...but I didn't have any. And I figured it's unhealthy anyways. So I continued to starve myself. Then I saw something online that reminded me that when you starve yourself, your metabolism slows and your body really needs energy in the form of carbs. That's when I stopped and went "wait a second. Bread? Fruit? Cookies? I've been craving carbs all week. Oh. I think it's about time I ate something." So yep that was my brilliant discovery. Sometimes I amaze myself...mostly that I could be so stupid.
And that was my week. The take home message is don't starve yourself, and watch out for frozen sidewalks.
The end.
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