Friday, September 13, 2013

Short Due to Sickness, Not a Short Sickness

When I first moved into North Carolina for college, I realized that I had to learn a new language to fit in.

Kind of like living in S. Florida, if you don't speak Spanish, you won't get service in some stores.  I never did get to buy a Fedora.

But this language is my own, in another form.  I know I have prattled on about the south and how I have come to love living here, but the language is what it's all about. when I was first here, I was walking with a friend to class and I said to her, 'I'm ill.'

'As a hornet?'


And that's where I am today.  Ill, but not as a hornet.  I have had a bad cold for moving on ten days now.  I can't sleep.  I have coughed up approximately 1/16th of my lower lungs.  My stomach muscles are shredded.  My nose is being remodeled into a slightly pointier schnoz due to the constant blowing of said schnoz.  I mean, I have gone through seven boxes of tissues.  Seriously.  And now my ear is clogged.

Ten days.  And no sign it is abating.

Now I'm ill as a hornet.

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