On sickness stages signs...

(I'm getting over a day and a half of bed- and bathroom-ridden stomach flu. No worries, it didn't hit me nearly as hard as it could have (i.e. as hard as it hit others).)

Signs that you're sick...

• Your bed is your nest. You don't leave. Ever. Unless you're going to the bathroom to... er, yeah.
• But you hate your bed after a day. (Whaaa? Hate your bed? Never!)
• Your voice comes out in a soft breathy not entirely present, I'm-a-very-little-girl pitch. (Yes, I'm 21 and I've been speaking for almost that many years. Nice to meet you!)
• Your roomies kindy ask if you want dinner brought back from you and instead of replying with "Aww, you're so sweet! No thanks. I appreciate it though," your immediate response is "OH GOODNESS NO!!" (My words exactly!)
  
• You assume odd positions on the bathroom floor, next to your bed and on your bed. (Roomies shoulda taken a picture of me every time they came in the room!)
• Aforementioned roomies take showers and use the bathrooms at the other end of the dorm and sleep in a different room. (Sorry roomies!)
• Everything involves too much effort: Simply playing music involves reaching over for the ipod, grabbing the ipod, moving it to your side, feeling for the earbuds, placing said earbuds in left ear then in right ear, hitting play... And possibly opening your eyes to read (read!?) the screen during that process. Yeah. Too much effort.

• You have to move the plate of bread kindly put there by concerned roomie to the end of your bed then below the chair at the end of your bed in order to not get nauseous at the sight and smell.
• You know you have an amazing package waiting for you downstairs from your big seester (and a vote by mail ballot!!) but walking downstairs (or even thinking of walking downstairs) is just not going to happen.

• And other sorts of unhappy ewww inducing stuff that shall not be mentioned here.

Signs that you're recovering...

• The sight of yummy goodies from your beeg sister sends you into a fit of giggles rather than a fit of nausea.

• You can stand up - straight! And sleep lying down on your back - straight!
• Your bed is made (i.e. you weren't in it when the cleaning ladies came by)

• …and your bed is being used as a desk (again).
• You can nibble on funky Italian faux toast and even contemplate dinner!

• You can use the bathroom without having to leave the lights (and hence, the more important element, the FAN) running after you're through… Yeah, poor roomies and their noses!

• You're seen OUTSIDE of your room! What a thought!
• You stick your head outside the window only to have a look of surprise cross your face at, what's this now?, SUN! and BREEZE! (I exaggerate. But only a little!)

Signs that you haven't fully recovered…

• You run to the restroom at every little warning sign… just in case.
• You request that your roomies bring your dinner back so that you don't have to make the trek down and UP that crazy hill.
• It takes you half an hour to make your way through the aforementioned tiny piece of Italian faux toast.
• Leaving the building (What a thought!) to go slightly down the hill to Severini (the studios and classrooms) to the printmaking studio aaand taking a chisel to soft wood is more effort than you can even begin to comprehend.
  

• You spend all afternoon replying to long overdue emails, facebook posts and letters (and writing a blog post!) because you don't want to read for class…

Then again, the last one could just be me returning to normal and finding every reason to procrastinate. Hey, at least it's productive procrastination!