Be Still My Raging Bowels
Hey Mom!
So if you've never had the pleasure of sweating through a pair of jeans and a hoodie boy do I have an anecdote for you!
After I returned from beautiful, warm Cuba. I got a beautiful warm flu (I even got projectile vomit and diarrhea! Yay for dehydration). So like the mentally tough person I am, I laid in bed and cried and wheezed. On Tuesday I wrote my MCAT and headed for Lethbridge so I could go to class all evening.
So I walked in to my first class and someone sits beside me and starts asking how my day is and if I like this class, and just generally being a good human being. Meanwhile, I can't breathe and my nose is oozing and my intestines feel like someone is trying to twist them int0 balloon animals.
Class starts.
Class finishes. My fever sweat has soaked through all my clothes and when I stand up to push my chair in.... full body sweat print. So at this point I realize I have to follow gym protocol and wipe this chair down... except I've got nothing... even the toque I was wearing needs to be wrung out. Meanwhile good human being beside me, looks down at my chair, gets a horrified look on their face and leaves with all the grace and speed of an olympic track star. They probably think I peed... ugh they totally think I peed and I DIDN'T OK?
So I did what any feverish, slightly delirious university student would do. I pushed my chair in and ran.
That is all.
So if you've never had the pleasure of sweating through a pair of jeans and a hoodie boy do I have an anecdote for you!
After I returned from beautiful, warm Cuba. I got a beautiful warm flu (I even got projectile vomit and diarrhea! Yay for dehydration). So like the mentally tough person I am, I laid in bed and cried and wheezed. On Tuesday I wrote my MCAT and headed for Lethbridge so I could go to class all evening.
So I walked in to my first class and someone sits beside me and starts asking how my day is and if I like this class, and just generally being a good human being. Meanwhile, I can't breathe and my nose is oozing and my intestines feel like someone is trying to twist them int0 balloon animals.
Class starts.
Class finishes. My fever sweat has soaked through all my clothes and when I stand up to push my chair in.... full body sweat print. So at this point I realize I have to follow gym protocol and wipe this chair down... except I've got nothing... even the toque I was wearing needs to be wrung out. Meanwhile good human being beside me, looks down at my chair, gets a horrified look on their face and leaves with all the grace and speed of an olympic track star. They probably think I peed... ugh they totally think I peed and I DIDN'T OK?
So I did what any feverish, slightly delirious university student would do. I pushed my chair in and ran.
That is all.
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