levity | the Flavivirus...

... has to be the single most annoying thing in this universe. Seriously. Aside from stupid computers accidentally deleting posts, which is why this is a bit sloppy. My original post was deleted.

But honestly, it was only now I learned that being sick can actually cause suffering. Sure, you get weak and get tired and you can't work and you can get severely hurt and you can die, but so what? You end up dying sooner or later, the sickness just brings its possibility closer, and if you die, then your earthly troubles are over. You’re apt to get new ones, but well, they won’t affect your grades. But I had forgotten one thing, and that was the interval between the start of the sickness and its end, no matter how it ends, and that interval is called the sickness. You can call it the duration of the pathogen's incubation, if you like. Or, if you like, you can also call it hell.

The Flavivirus gave me dengue, and put me out of commission for more than a week. Technically, I'm still out of commission, but at least now I'm recovering. The Flavivirus, for those who care, is an RNA virus with a polyadenylated tail, which is used for secreting proteins during replication, which is what gives the sickness.

And that more than a week cost a lot.

I ended up missing a couple of quizzes, a couple of homeworks, and a long test in Chemistry, for which I have to take a postquarter. Not to mention that our group failed to pass the task distribution, which was with me, since I am the group leader, and that my grades are in jeopardy since I can’t even watch over my shifts at our booths. I don’t even know if I have shifts.

On another note, I would like to thank Neon, Tricia, and August, for so kindly keeping me informed of what I was missing.

And, believe it or not, I actually learned some things over the course of my sickness.

I learned that people think you're weird/masochistic/completely insane if you laugh while being injected for a dextrose.

I learned that being pricked can be relatively fun.

I learned that not all hospital food tastes bad, but not all of it tastes good, either.

I learned that wheelchairs actually move if you don't activate the handbrakes, especially if you're at the top of the slope of a ramp.

And I learned that sliding down ramps is fun, especially if the ramp is very steep, if and only if you don't fall off.

I learned that there are electrical sockets everywhere-all you have to do is look.

I learned that nothing kills sleep and imagintaion like nonstop irritation, especially if you can't do anything about it.

I learned that lucky days are always lucky, no matter what. Which is why I wait for them like mad.

I hate it when the computer deletes what I’m writing, and I have to rebuild what I was working on from scratch. It’s okay if I remember exactly what I’ve written, but I never do. I always end up changing some word or other, which bugs me, because I feel as though I am being robbed of perfection, which is the only thing I want. I’m content with anything, as long as I have perfection.

"... i'll do anything for you
this story is for you
'cause I'd do anything you want me to for you
i'll do anything for you
kill anyone for you

so leave yourself intact
'cause I won't be coming back
in a phrase to cut these lips
i loved you..."
-Coheed and Cambria, Wake Up