#jschoollasts

Let’s face it: ‘sick days’ are nonexistent.

The work doesn’t stop being due. Rarely are you actually relieved of your duties. Taking a recovery day is more like taking a high interest loan: it’s a forced necessity that you know you will massively regret.

It’s Day 36 (that’s 32% done with the semester) and being trapped in bed so far is no bueno. Sinuses are pressing into my face like a baker’s hands into bread dough, spreading and stretching its reach into my skull and down my throat.

It’s a silent war zone, save a cough, a sniffle, a passing airplane and a neighborhood that only decides to get noisy when a nap is necessary. *shakes fist at world*

Tea, Umcka Care, over-the-counter pain meds and sleep only passively serve as allies. *fist drops slowly, fatigued*

But these thoughts, expressed in two gifs and three numbered points, come to me in this order: (1) Work is stacking up, and (2) I’m f*cked, and (3) revisit numbers one and two.