I have a slight cold. (My tissue box will testify.) Maybe more than slight. My nose resembles something of a broken water hydrant. I'm coughing like a crazy mix of a chain smoker and a foghorn. (Also, kinda what my sneezes sound like...) My eyes are feeling like they're being hammered out of my head. And my stomach is staging a re-enactment of the seige of Normandy crossed with the Battle of Pellenor Fields. I haven't been able to keep any food down since lunch yesterday. (Not pleasant, let me assure you...)
The cold medications the doctor gave me the other day are messing with my other medications. Basically, my mind is blurry and confused. I can't get facts straight, and when I try to study, all I get is a worse headache. That I can't take painkillers for.
And I have my Biblical Literature mid-term today. I'm sure you can see how I feel like this won't be a good thing.
But God is amazing.
My professor for that course found me sneezing and coughing my lungs out on my trail yesterday. And asked what was wrong. After explaining, she looked at me for a moment.
"You know, if you feel up to it, you can take the test tomorrow. If you don't want to you, you don't have to. Or, if you feel you did badly and could do better, I'll give it to you again another day. Just let me know. I won't hold this against you."
I was so grateful for this, I burst into tears. (My headache was somewhere between all the dwarves of Moria pounding on my skull and the warhammer from the third LotR movie booming into my cerebrum.)
Then I saw my Global Issues professor, who'd been told by my doctor that I was feeling badly and really shouldn't be stressing or studying too hard. I have a paper due for her class on Monday, and had just found that four of my five sources were only temporarily open to public viewing, thus meaning that I had to find new ones and rewrite my paper to reflect those new sources.
She informed me that she'd give me till the following Wednesday or Thursday to finish my paper. This gives me this afternoon to visit the doctor again.
God is amazing, and I love my professors here.
Oh, and I love my tissue box, cough medication, hot tea, and my room-mate. (She's awesome...)
I love all your descriptive metaphors, even though they make me wince. You poor ill student. Get better really soon, and three big British huzzahs for your professors!
ReplyDeleteI had to take my Physics midterm while suffering from all the symptoms you listed in your first paragraph . . . I wish I could retake it! That was just a horrible week, but I'm trying to keep healthy now.
Oh my dear Mythopoeia!!! I do hope you can stay healthy!!!! My thoughts and prayers are with you.
ReplyDeleteIt appears I have some sort of stomach bug (stomach flu?) and a migraine. And maybe something else? The doctors aren't quite sure, they're hoping (and are pretty sure) it's not bronchitis, but still, I have to take things really easy right now.
My professors are pretty awesome though. ^_^
I no!! I do hope you're feeling better now Laura. :) xo When you said you burst into tears, I could so relate. When I'm stressed and feeling low, if someone offers me something that would really help - I just crumble!! A bit embarrassing.... but hey, that's just how I am. :) So glad your professors are understanding.
ReplyDeleteI think we truly are kindred spirits, Saminda. ^_^ I'm feeling a little better, but not much. I've mostly stayed in bed today, and slept through almost everything else.
ReplyDeleteMy professors are great, and I'm so glad that I'm here where the people do seem to care.