I was texting my momma and telling her about how I will probably be sick over the holidays again this year since I have a bad cold, and I had mini-flashbacks.
I remember one year, I was probably 9 or 10, and I had the flu on Christmas Eve. My entire family used to go stay at my grandparent's and go to the midnight service at church together, but I was forced to stay home and pass out in front of the TV while one of my grandparents (Grandma? Grandpa? Both?) stayed home with me. I remember waking up when everyone got home and hearing about how my dad was a wise man in a skit they did, and how it was so hilarious. At the time, I was too sick to comprehend anything, but the more I thought about it the more upset I was. I wanted to witness this fun moment that my family seemed to be bonding over. I hated the flu more in that moment than I ever have.
Another year not too long ago I had broken out in hives due to some kind of scented soap. I was on Benadryl all break. It was terrible and I slept for 18 hours of Christmas Day. I honestly don't remember what I missed since I was unconscious so often.
I have been chugging orange juice since I woke up this morning. I felt awful and I automatically thought of how Thanksgiving is not far away, and I will be going home for break very soon. This Thanksgiving is very important to me since I am not always home anymore, so I had better not be sick enough to miss anything.
Bring on the Tylenol!!
XOXO
Meg
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