That illness that kicked my husband in the balls last week came after me and though I thought i could fight it off by consuming unholy amounts of vitamins and echinacea my immune system was no match for the wreakers of havoc. I know getting sick is a part of being human and while I can never say I enjoy being ill there are better times for it to happen than others. This week, for example, was a really bad week for me. I had papers to write and a big dumb test to study for. Pretty much this whole year is going to be a bad time for me to get sick but i have a feeling this wont be the last time i fight this battle.

I was really trying hard to pull myself together to write a paper that was due tomorrow but I couldnt even get my head up earlier. The time i had set aside to work on the paper this weekend was spent in bed with a fever so i had to time off work and out of class to rest in hopes of recovering from this cold enough to get some research done. It took me 12 and some odd hours between groans of pain and discomfort to write a few half-assed pages of a 10 page report.

In the last couple of hours I'd begun to feel the claws of hopelessness pulling me under. Between the coughing and sneezing I'd strain to see but still could not find the light at the end of my drug induced haze. I decided to try shake it off and see what was going on in the world outside of this darkness. I turned to my email first, mostly out of habit, partly out of desperation that someone was thinking of me in my final moments (Dominic had already gone to bed) and there i found it! The chance to live another day!! My professor emailed the class and granted us an extension on our paper!

i only wish i'd seen the email earlier so i could have passed out hours ago.