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I don't recommend it!

So, since Sunday I've been sick. Normally, I don't get sick. In fact, this is the first time I've been sick sick in a long, long time (those Christmas Eve cramps of doom aside). I went to work on Monday, but felt like such crap that I went home after about two hours of being at work. Figured I could rest and go to work on Tuesday. Still felt like crap. In fact, yesterday was probably the worst day of the three. I wasn't even able to really get out of bed until like 4, when I actually felt okay enough to do much of anything. Now I feel fine. My head doesn't hurt. My legs aren't sore. I'm still coughing, but I think I'm just trying to get all the crap out of my system now.

The only thing that seems to be lingering? My apparent change in taste buds. I swear, yesterday was the day that everything seemed to change its taste to me. Normally, I love Sprite. LOVE IT. I used to love 7-up, too, but they changed the way that it tasted so I don't like it now (think New Coke, except I've always hated Coke...). But yesterday I got Sprite and it left this god awful aftertaste in my mouth. Then, I had my dad go to Wendy's because I finally felt like eating and he was going to the place where Wendy's is. I didn't like it. Wendy's is pretty much my favorite fast food place in the world, and I didn't like it. This morning I brushed my teeth, and even the toothpaste tasted like crap. I wonder if having my mouth open for so long caused my taste buds to change or something.

Other things I have realized during my time as a sickly person:

Staying in your room pretty much for an entirety of two days without taking a shower or changing sheets (dampened by fever induced sweating) makes for a rather strong odor in said room. Add in the fact that dogs are always there, too, and, yeah, not much fun.

Hair gel that stays in one's hair for about 36 hours makes one's hair look rather amusing and still oddly stylized even after two days of practically nothing but bed rest.

Being sick makes one look like a zombie, in spite of the fact that one has spent almost the entirety of the time being sick asleep. Seriously, bags. Huge bags.

An aside:

My mother used to always tell me that I 'needed to get out of the shower earlier.' So I wake up at 5:30 now, that way I can be out by 6. I was out by 6:05 today, which I blame on the fact that I was reacquainting myself with my beloved shower (seriously, I HATE not being able to take a shower... but I didn't want to get wet and then get sicker...), and I told her that it was 6:05. What'd she tell me? 'Wake me up at 6:15.' There were times when I would get out of the shower before 6:15 and she would tell me I was taking so long. Stupid woman.