I was/am a very dramatic child. Everything seemed as exaggerated as it could possibly be. I also had quite the imagination; as you can probably tell those don't work well together.
One time, my preschool class went outside to talk with a guy from the fire department. We got all lined up to listen, but I could only focus on the bee that would soon viciously attack one of my fellow classmates. Of course, I had to be the hero, who swatted down the beast, and stomped all over it.
It didn't go as planned.
A nice big red spot right on the palm of my hand reminded me of my failure for the rest of the hour that I cared.
This lifestyle was, of course, the worst thing that could possibly happen to me. Everytime I got a cold, it was basically a ticket to my grave. I definitely recall asking my mom if I was going to die on numerous occasions.
There were many ways this death could happen. First of all I was very stuffy, and this "stuff" could very easily suffocate me. Also, I had a cough, which could result in heart burn. "I do not want my heart to get burned!" (If you think about it, "heart burn" does sound quite deadly.) Lastly, I had a head ache. What if my brain had so much pain, that it just shut down? Oh, how frightened I was.
Of course, I eventually, I got over my irrational fears. Now colds were just in my way. If they were during the school week, it stunk, but if they were during the WEEKEND?!?! That was just pure torture. The open ticket that the government gives us to do whatever we feel, and it is immediately cancelled by that dastardly disease. I, personally, spend my sick days watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S, and updating Facebook, and occasionally doing something productive.
Yet, as much as I have complained about colds, I love them at the same time. One of the best feelings in the world is right after this common sickness leaves your body. Most people take it for granted, but it is the one time I would wake up in the morning, open my curtain, and let my eyes absorb the sunlight. "What a great day this will be!" I'd think to myself. Sometimes, I'd even make breakfast for myself! (Toast and eggs is one of my specialties.) These are happy days!
Moral of the Blog: Colds are your friends.