Survival Mode Unlocked

Usually I am not one to back down when things get a little tough, but this past week has been one of the worst weeks that I've endured in quite some time. 

My lovely week started from the moment I woke up Monday morning. When I rose that morning, I was startled by my own appearance when I glanced in the mirror. My right eyelid was entirely swollen. Like it looked like I had just gotten out of a boxing match (and lost tremendously). However, despite how bad my eye looked, I was fortunate enough that I was not experiencing any pain. The only pain that I had to endure was the embarrassment of being seen in class and walking around campus. 

Luckily, when I woke up on Tuesday, most of the swelling in my eye had subsided. I thought that after going through that bizarre situation, that the rest of my week could only get better from there on out, but boy, was I wrong. 

My Tuesday and Wednesday were perfectly normal, but when Thursday rolled around, I had no clue what I was in for the next couple of days. I woke Thursday to a slight headache and a little nausea, but I had just assumed that was from not getting the best sleep. Therefore, I pushed through my agenda for the day (I even went to the gym, not my wisest decision) and hoped that by the next day, I would be back to feeling like my normal self. When Friday came, I felt even worse but I toughed it out in the morning to attend my two classes. After I survived my classes, I spent the rest of the day and evening sleeping on and off while Grey's Anatomy was playing in the background. On Saturday, I began to feel a little bit better, but still took it easy, so I just continued my TV binge. On Sunday, I thought that I would be continuing my path to recovery, instead, I had developed a horrible whooping cough and still couldn't break a fever of 100°F. At this point, I've begun to question if I was ever going to get better. I decided that if I did not feel any better by the next day, then I was going to go to the health center of campus and see if they could prescribe medication that would help me get back on my feet.

Luckily, when I woke on that Monday, it was like all of my prayers had been answered. My fever was finally gone, my cough was almost non-existent, and I felt a lot more like myself. Although I was almost back to my normal self, I decided to stay in for one more day rather than risk it by venturing out in the cold and snow. 

From being surprised with a swollen eye to lying on my deathbed while fighting for my life, I can happily say that I am glad that that week is in the past. After living through that, I'm reminded to not take my health for granted even in the slightest bit.