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Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Today's Writing Prompt: Sick
In case you haven't heard, it's flu season (in the US, at least) and it's a doozy. Write about the sickest you have ever, ever been. Go ahead, use this as an opportunity to practice your descriptive writing skills and utilize all the sensory detail you can.
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It happened around the time I was doing work placement at a childcare. Children everywhere around me, sick children. Children sneezing on me and coughing on me; I felt like I was going to be sick at that very moment.
Unfortunately, two days later in bed; it came. That small sensation you get at the back of your throat when you know you're going to be sick. Crap.
Those damn children, I thought to myself angrily, as I pulled myself out of bed and ready for Placement again.
The next day, getting out of bed seemed like a tiring exercise. The moment my feet hit the floor, the fatigue hit me like a train. Needless to say, there was no work placement for me that day.
I spent the rest of the day coughing. It was a terrible cough from deep inside my lungs. My head felt warm and feverish and my Mum placed a bucket beside my bed in case I needed to hurl.
"Those damn children." I said out loud in anger. "It's your fault I'm sick!"
That wasn't the worst of it. Oh, no. As a hygienic person, I never thought this could ever happen to me. Nostril fluids, I shudder just thinking about it and anyone who has ever been in my position knows what a horrendous feeling it is.
My nose felt like an unfixable tap, leaking sticky, clear fluids out of my system. It was so bad - and this horrified me to say the least - which it'll leak so far down my face, the fluid could touch the ground while still coming out of my nose.
Right now you must be disgusted. Imagine how I felt? I felt humiliated and sick. Coughing up phlegm was bad enough, but to deal with bacterial fluids excreting out of my nostrils?
It was terrible. That horrible sensation of thick fluid leaking out of your nose like it was menstruating. Yes, it was that bad. I could feel it coming from up my throat and through my nose. It was the worst sensation I ever felt.
After a couple of weeks I became better. Now every year I’m forced to get a flu shot due to my weakened state so I don’t have to suffer like that again.
Mindy
www.sksainitheauthor.blogspot.com
I don't believe I've ever had the flu. But I've had a couple of run-ins with food poisoning that left me sitting (often kneeling) on the bathroom floor in front of the jon for most of a night, all of that time convinced the next heave would bring up my entire stomach -- and wishing it would. I know this: it's been years since I touched fried chicken liver and I'll never eat another one, period.
It started as an antibiotic reaction
It ended at the emergency room
Lost control of time
Lost control of life
The colors of life are brighter now
Clutching my right side and moaning with excruciating, stabbing pain I tossed a handful of coins inside the cone shaped toll counter until the light turned green and flimsy gate pointed north.
Limping around the office, I attracted attention to my right side clutching. Then a co-worker was driving me to a nearby clinic.
Leaning over the reception desk looking at two middle aged, fat ladies shaking their heads and repeating an hour plus wait caused me to eject a behemoth fountain of orange juice with pulp all over the front of the desk, dripping down the sides, and spatters on my bare open toed shoes.
My mouth hung open and my chest heaved, as I bent over with my palms on my legs.
I almost fainted with the release of the Niagara falls quality pounds per square inch of force.
After ten minutes of right side relief, It stabbed back with a vengeance as I slumped inside my coworker's car on the way to the emergency room.
Turns out, it was a kidney stone.
I was sicker than sick with Dengue Fever, a disease carried by mosquitoes. So sick that Dr. B. came to the house every day, worried by my raging fevers, unbearable headaches and eyes so sensitive to light I had to wear padded blinders in a darkened room with curtains and shades drawn.
Everything hurt head-to-toe: muscles, joints, even my skin and hair. I lay in bed soaking wet with sweat, sipping and swallowing when a teaspoon touched my parched lips carrying soup or crushed ice. Any movement created an explosion in my chest as my heart pounded wildly, so I lay as still as possible.
Tortured by delirium, nothing made sense. "Will I die? Where are my children? I know I have children." Then exhausted by my thoughts, I would fall into the rescue of deep sleep. Days passed, then a week. Dr. B. came by and said I was "better". Curtains were opened and blinders removed from my eyes. Hand shielding my eyes from the searingly bright light, I asked Dr. B. what was wrong with me?
"Dengue fever," he said, and then Dr. B. patiently explained how I caught it from a mosquito. He wanted me to begin straightaway sitting up in bed and eating solid food, concentrating on getting my strength back, and then come to see him at his office in a week.
I felt like I had awakened from a terrible dream, very tired, and mildly surprised that things were starting to making sense.
When I was in fourth grade, I went to school every day with my sinuses in the worst condition. I would cough phlegm and little scabs of mucus. It affected my exercise by providing me with the wonderful gift of asthma. Yet, I was so used to being this congested that I never knew how bad it had gotten. So one day, my mom took me to the allergist, and they took some CT scans of my sinuses. The results were terrible- I could tell by the looks on the doctors faces. All the room in my sinuses were filled with mucus. I had to take these gigantic pills that I had to cut in half with a knife so I wouldn't gag... Not that it helped the situation. Finally, my sinuses cleared up and I could tell a HUGE difference. Ever since then, I have been a germaphobe (ask my friends) and use Purell so much I'm pretty sure that's my official aroma.
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