Apparently the Flu makes me sentimental…

I planned for this, actually. I really DID want to get the flu, the day before finals start. Frankly, this semester hasn’t been much of a challenge. So, I figure, let’s see how finals go… with the flu!

Bring it, Calculus! I’m the integratin’-frickin’-master! I can trig-sub like you can only u-sub! ALL my series converge, and I’ve got the frickin’ tests to prove it! Bring it ON, chapter 11! I’ll put you through the RATIO TEST. I’ll drop the LIMIT COMPARISON TEST on yo’ ass! I’ll find the nth-frickin’-term of your Taylor-frickin’-series. I’ll shove it back in yo’ FACE! How ya like them apples, PUNK?!

dfsalkj; aaaaaaklsjealkfj aek

I’ve slept like 16 hours so far today. and i’m about to fall asleep on my keyboard. and i’m feeling too tired and lazy to capitalize things, now… sheesh.

Secretly, I blame Kimbree. “How does one get the flu, Doc?” I asked. (Look, I’m capitalizing again! Second wind! Whoo!)

“Well, it’s transferred from person to person,” he explained. “So if you’ve been around anyone who was coughing or sneezing, for example, especially at a time when your immune system might have been particularly weak…”

“Oh, right,” I nodded my head in agreement.

Someone … like … Kimbree. Mostly feeling better, but still coughing.

It’s Friday night. Midnight, and I’m restless. Me: “Let’s go camping!” (my hairbrained idea). She agrees, sneaks into her dark house to retrieve her sleeping bag…

3:30 a.m.: arrive at destination, off Fairy Lake “road”. Pitch tent.

4:00 a.m.: Us. Sitting on hillside, shivering, sipping cheap red wine. We huddle around the fire, for warmth. Looking up, the full moon silhouettes Sacajawea Peak (HUGE! Sharp edges. Towering and BLACK with the radiant white luster of SNOW). And us, sitting on a hillside, in the moon-shadow of the Bridgers…

Later, intense (in-tents!) coughing. She sits up, again, and the coughing stops. Me, sitting up with her: “You alright? …”

I woke the next morning with a sore throat. 8:00 p.m. last night: sore throat’s back. With a fever. God, so tired… It all makes sense.

Of course, now K seems to be getting sick again. What goes around, comes around, and goes around again. If we’re both sick, does that mean we can cuddle? I sort of wish I still had that huge, white HAZMAT suit, still…

Yes, that’s me, getting sentimental… must be the flu, at work.

So ends spring semester. Point, counterpoint. I won’t be making the President’s list, this semester. Hell, I’ll be lucky to make the Dean’s list

But on the other hand, I’ve made some memories. Memories other than falling asleep on my books on Friday night, or playing beer pong in my room. I’ve even got a nice start on my farmer’s tan, for the summer. My arm, turning slightly tan, has some curvature– not so flaccid and flat, as usual.

Summer beckons. 73*F tomorrow. 78*F on Tuesday. (108*F in my bed, under my blankets, shivering… damn flu.) A summer of promise, opportunity. Nestled in the northern heart of the Rocky Mountains, between Bridgers, Spanish Peaks, Gallatins. Away from Cheyenne: at once: a pity; and, at last!

*here the author dutifully hacks up a lung. Blood spatters on the trash can. He convulses, and falls from chair to floor, wrapping in fetal position. His body is ravaged, jerks pitifully, again and again, by the inscrutable whims of a virus, angry and red, beyond the reach of modern medicine. He falls beyond the reach of modern medicine…*

*here the author returns to reality, realizing that only his red-rubbed-raw nose suffers from such ravages…*

Alas. Time to brew some more tea, pour some more orange juice, and return to my Econ text book… which is silly: of my exams, I need to study for econ the least, which probably coincides with it being the only exam I find interesting…

I being to feel warm again, hot. Stripped down to my t-shirt, by biological tea-pot begins a low, but ear-piercing, whistle…

But enough of my complaints! Good night!

About Mark Egge

Transportation planner-adjacent data scientist by day. YIMBY Shoupista on a bicycle by night. Bozeman, MT. All opinions expressed here are my own.
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4 Responses to Apparently the Flu makes me sentimental…

  1. markegge says:

    On an up-note, though, we got our HOUSE!

  2. markegge says:

    The decongestants … they do NOTHING!!!

  3. Amanda says:

    ooo, congrats on the house! =D

  4. Sagar1586 says:

    boooo on the house! BOOOO!!! ANGER AND CONTEMPT!
    and other bad, mean emotions.

    bad.
    sad.
    indian.