J-Mac’s Corner

Jessica MacIntosh

After spending four days in wonderful Kansas City for a newspaper convention, I just had to become sick. That puts a kink in my whole schedule.

I hate being sick; it’s not the best thing in the entire world. And of course it had to become worse on a Wednesday night, which is our major production night. At first, I thought it was a simple cold, but it became worse as the day went on. I started feeling hot and sick to my stomach. The next thing I know I am lying in bed and running to the porcelain god every five minutes.

I know it sounds disgusting, but when I get sick, it’s not a pretty sight. All of my energy disappears, and I become dizzy and lightheaded.

As I sit here at my computer typing up this column watching “Stargate SG-1” for the hundred-millionth time, I believe I am not helping myself any by just not doing anything to help treat the symptoms. It does not help matters any when there is a newspaper to work on. I can tell you I did not purposely become sick because of the paper. It’s not my fault I am sick. You can blame it solely on one of two factors. It’s either stress or someone passed it along to me.

Three weeks into the semester, I injure my knee. Now, nearing the end of the semester, I have to get sick. Why is it the flu or any other sickness hits people near the end of the semester when everyone is trying to study for big tests and have huge projects due? It does not help when the weather keeps changing so drastically people’s allergies are out of whack.

That’s part of my problem. The weather plays such a part in how I feel. One day I am fine; the next day I am feeling awful. I guess that comes with the territory of having to deal with allergies all my life.

I feel extremely miserable, so I am going to end this column and try to get some rest. I hope I will be feeling better soon.