I haven't written here in a while. I've been writing lately, but nothing I've wanted to post.
The last couple days have been spooky! I caught a flu virus that I've been referring to as "The Zombie", which I think is an appropriate term. I'm calling it the Zombie, because I felt like one of those monsters from "I am Legend", or "28 Days Later". It did seem like one of those movies... first a sickness floats around town and everyone falls sick at the same time. Then everyone, at the same time is sick in bed. (Which is what it's seemed like latley) And then from bed, the sickness turns to a sweaty coma and you begin to breath heavily, while cocooning into some other-worldly metamorphosis. Muuhahahaha!!
Last time I was this sick, it was much the same.. but worse, come to think of it. It was this time last year, and like a zombie I dragged my decaying body into the doctor's office with a temperature of 104. Instead of sitting with the other zombies in the waiting room, I chose to sit outside in the hallway, or rather.. lay down. I didn't care. I sprawled out in the hallway at the medical center, on the carpet floor. I heard the echoes of people walking by me, but didn't have the energy enough to sit up, much less in a chair in the waiting room. When I got in, my Doctor took one look at me and said, "We've gotta give her a shot." It was a penicillin shot...
Her assistant left the room, and came back with a big ol' needle and they told me to stand up and turn around. The assistant nipped me in the butt cheek with it. I heard the Doctor start to say something to the effect of, "You might feel a little dizzy...." But those words were just echoes in my head that turned into some kind of hour long dream which in actuallity spanned the period of about 15 seconds. I woke up on the table a moment later unable to see. My body shot up in tempature, and I began to sweat, and turn and twist, and my eyes rolled back into my head. My veins felt flushed with poison.
Then it went away. When I came-to, I was spinning and everyone in the room was standing over me worried. The more the dizziness went away, the better I felt. Later that night, the Zombie was gone. The next day I felt like a brand new Bianca. I'm not sure if I'd ever agree to having another penicillin shot. I told my Dad about it, and he was pissed. "People die from those Bianca! Why'd you get a penicillin shot? Don't you know how dangerous they are?" Well I didn't know, but now I do.
Anyway, that was last year, and I must say - this year's flu wasn't nearly as bad as last year's. Actually, on Friday, when it was worst, I actually drove myself to the doctor and rear-ended someone on the way there! I was that out-of-it. Of course, the lady's car I hit wasn't all that bad, but she still wanted take down my info..
I've been rear-ended on more than one occasions, and waved the person off to go free. Probably three times. If the damage isn't that bad, then there's no sense in making both of our lives more complicated, right? I suppose not everyone has the same idea.