So, this may sound blatantly obvious, but being sick really sucks tennis balls. It feels like it, too. You get all the little hairs in your mouth and throat, making it really annoying and hard to swallow. Then it migrates into your lungs, making each breath expel with a little puff of dust. Then, if you suck hard enough, the whole ball just sinks into your stomach, and that is no bueno, muchacho.
And right now, my whole floor is sick with bronchitis and flu, so we've got tennis balls all around.
It's given me a good opportunity to study just how it looks to be sick, though. It isn't pretty, but if you ever have to be a character who is moaning and groaning (and we all have, cast into that part in response to the bi-monthly math exam), it's good to have some references.
Being ill is similar to getting about two to three times your average amount of sleep, and yet still feeling like you've trekked across the Rockies for ten days straight. Movement is sluggish, breathing is heavy, and you become more acquainted with soft foods and soups than you ever felt the desire to be. Usually the body is hunched over and arms hang lifelessly - sometimes, they even neglect to swing when you walk. Basically, you become a gorilla with a strong preference to chicken noodle and applesauce.
Fortunately, no one is throwing up. Even though I can't describe the visuals in detail for you avid readers to be able to replicate, a small voice in the back off my head screams to me that no one really wants to know that anyway.
And, in lighter news, tomorrow's lunch will be tacos. Maybe.
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