I got my hair cut today - nothing drastic or modish or stupendously striking, just took off the dead ends, etc... but our (lovely) chatty hairdresser and just the general event of bothering about appearance prompted the quote.
I'm sick. I've got some sort of wretched variation on a head-cold.
(That should so be a musical piece. I can see it already:
This Thursday! At! The! Seretean! Random Sponsor of OSU! Is! Presenting!
Themes And Variations On A Head Cold
(feat. B.L. Frogge, tuba soloist.)
Anyway, being a sick is nasty and horrible when you've got to sit through classes and you realize you forgot kleenex and then the nasty sensation that your nose is about to drip sets in... I shall not elaborate on that any further, but suffice it to say the moderate aching-head-pounding makes Chemistry and Political Science half as enjoyable as usual (and since their enjoyability level was minimal already, you can imagine the pleasantness level...) My Greek teacher let me sit and observe today, which made me deeply grateful, because that hour brightens my day but I felt very much unfit for translation.
You may ask why I bothered to go to class since I was feeling so miserable. Well... a little of it comes from my itty-bitty scrap of a stoic's nature. (Hey! It isn't hurting all that bad! is something I tell myself and then presently that thought change to Hey! It really isn't hurting all that bad! so I've this funny feeling that my pain tolerance is all skewed simply because I've experienced certain forms of pain more than others.)
The truth of it is, none of today's classes require attendance, so technically I could have stayed home. But I couldn't miss chemistry - we have homework due every day and it's already tough enough without getting behind - and chemistry involves a lot of math, which I can handle as long as I keep doing it and don't fall behind. Chemistry is ten minutes before Greek; Political Science is ten minutes after. I had to go to Political Science because my teacher didn't give us any sort of schedule in the syllabus - we have managed to pinpoint an exam date! ...well, if "either next Wednesday or Friday" counts as pinpointing - and so I determined to go to that class just in case he actually got around to telling us something about the exam. (He did, to his credit, and I'm very glad I went.) Having determined that I would go to those two classes, I was left with two options regarding the fifty minutes between chem and polysci: a) go to Greek class and get a day brightener regardless of whether Mr. E listens to my pitiful pleas for a quiet day, or b) go sit in the library and sniffle and feel generally miserable and useless and a nuisance (because I'm disturbing other people with my disgusting, cold-related noises). I went to Greek and was much cheered by the abundance of dork-friends and indirect verbs.
Sickness is also nasty and horrible when you're walking around campus and your head starts swimming and breath won't come and your throat starts burning...
But the funny thing is, I'm almost glad that I'm sick. It's harder to enjoy most things, yes, but the things you do enjoy are much more enjoyable than they ever seem on healthy days. Taste of a good, spicy soup seems stronger and more savoury - the green tea with ginger and peach was much more soothing than ever before...
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That's all I have to say.
You waved at me with the O. Wilde quote, but grabbed me with the memory of being "...cheered by the abundance of dork-friends and indirect verbs." Funny. :)
Love that quote. :o)