Flu season is miserable for everyone. Even for those lucky enough to stay healthy during this time, a constant fear that our immune season will abruptly weaken always remains.
While getting sick at any stage of life is never desirable, recently, I have concluded that the worst time to suffer is during college.
My first grievance involves academics. Regardless of your health status, professors will always continue to plow forward with their onslaught of homework and exams.
Students are constantly plagued with the dilemma of choosing between either risking: A) Missing out on valuable information discussed during lectures or B) Accidentally coughing up an organ in the middle of class.
For the courageous souls who do manage to drag their aching bodies out of bed, the battle doesn't stop there. Even at the pinnacle of health, it is somewhat difficult to endure a 75-minute lecture. Add in a pounding headache and fully clogged airways, and all of a sudden lying in bed wallowing over your deteriorating physical health seems like a much better option.
Every college student also inherently realizes that carting your potentially deadly disease to the 249 other people in your lecture hall automatically marks you as Undesirable No. 1. Besides, nobody wants to sit by (or be) the kid who matches the professor word-for-cough.
The second reason being sick in college is the absolute worst is that nobody within a 50-mile radius is willing to abandon their daily life to nurse you back to a golden state of health. Most friends, for understandable, self-preserving reasons, jump ship when they receive the dreaded “Sorry, I can’t. I’m sick” text.
At most, if you’re lucky, your best friend will SnapChat you hand drawn, day-brightening pictures of cute animals bearing “get well soon” wishes. However, in the end the only person who can truly cure you is the one thing you couldn't pack along to college -- your mother.
After suffering through the past weekend with a mild fever, pounding headache and sore throat, I have now concluded that I know barely anything about caring for myself when sick.
The first couple days of my sickness, I was my own doctor. I very scientifically prescribed myself an apple to eat at all meals. When that didn't seem to cure anything, I mentally coached myself to “power through it.” However, by day three, I was feeling close to death. After many frantic texts and desperate phone calls to my mother, she swiftly helped me back onto the route of recovery.
While getting sick is fun for nobody, take pity on us hilariously poor and not-so-hilariously sleep-deprived college kids. We’re doing our best to be adults, but really, all we want is our mommy.