Well, what can I say? Since yesterday I was sick. Last night I tried to post this thread but some bull shit happened *like an internet hiccup* and once more I'm joyfully doing this topic.
This thread is basically about the weirdest thing you ever felt when you were sick or an incredible amount of bull shit you once had to put up with when you were feeling ill. *Like maybe going to work and the boss giving you a shit load of work, his way of saying 'you're sick? Fuck you!'
I recall one time I was sick back when I was in middle school where I felt so terrible that I had troubles even getting up. My head felt like it was burning, my body felt seemingly hollow, and I felt incredibly dizzy. After awhile of lying in bed I finally got my sorry ass up and made my way to the parents room, hoping they'd have some pills. In the back of my mind though, I somehow had this odd feeling that when my journey came to a close there would be no pills.
And I suppose I was right, because when I got there no one was in the room, two minutes later I woke up finding my self exactly where I started. A burning fever, me being incredibly hot, and the dizzyness seemed even worse. A second time after trying to get the hell out of bed for a few fucking pills I made my way to the room, surprise! No pills, I woke up again in the same state.
I had two guesses on what the hell was going on. Either I was literally in hell and I was living a constant parado- okay, fine. I'm not that stupid. My honest guess is that each time I tried to get up I actually fell asleep. Finally after this bull shit continuing constantly I finally got up and got my damn pills. I was tired, I was weak, but I was too afraid to fall asleep knowing that I'd be too tired to move when I woke up.
This thread is basically about the weirdest thing you ever felt when you were sick or an incredible amount of bull shit you once had to put up with when you were feeling ill. *Like maybe going to work and the boss giving you a shit load of work, his way of saying 'you're sick? Fuck you!'
I recall one time I was sick back when I was in middle school where I felt so terrible that I had troubles even getting up. My head felt like it was burning, my body felt seemingly hollow, and I felt incredibly dizzy. After awhile of lying in bed I finally got my sorry ass up and made my way to the parents room, hoping they'd have some pills. In the back of my mind though, I somehow had this odd feeling that when my journey came to a close there would be no pills.
And I suppose I was right, because when I got there no one was in the room, two minutes later I woke up finding my self exactly where I started. A burning fever, me being incredibly hot, and the dizzyness seemed even worse. A second time after trying to get the hell out of bed for a few fucking pills I made my way to the room, surprise! No pills, I woke up again in the same state.
I had two guesses on what the hell was going on. Either I was literally in hell and I was living a constant parado- okay, fine. I'm not that stupid. My honest guess is that each time I tried to get up I actually fell asleep. Finally after this bull shit continuing constantly I finally got up and got my damn pills. I was tired, I was weak, but I was too afraid to fall asleep knowing that I'd be too tired to move when I woke up.