• 10 Nov, 2025 *

I woke up yesterday sick as hell. I don’t even know how it got so bad, since I was completely fine the day before.

It wasn’t until almost noon did I muster the strength to slog to campus for breakfast. It’s only a five-minute walk, but with the daze I was in, that didn’t seem right at all. Like I usually do I got an overpriced smoothie at the place I frequent. It’s actually a great way to spend off the similarly overpriced meal plan freshmen are obligated to buy. And probably the most reliable way of keeping my fruit intake. At home my mom would always cut up fruit for my brother and I.

At a bar table in the lounge I sat blank-minded with my breakfast. Trying to concentrate on the coldness of the smoothie in lieu of my fever.

Then I hopped off the stool and repeated the same struggle back to my dorm.

If I were at home I’d have to look no further than downstairs for breakfast. Maybe not even that, I might not have even had to get out of bed, because someone would be taking care of me. Taking my temperature, telling me it’d get better, and figuring out if I needed any sort of medicine. Trivial stuff, really. But being ill and for the first time facing its absence, is definitely not trivial.

I decided to just sleep for the rest of the day. Which feeling like shit didn’t make easy. Nor did having a roommate. For some reason, he decided the best way to spend the rest of the day was to lock himself in a dark room gaming on two glaring monitors, with someone coughing at a regular interval, and sitting on a shittily designed chair that gives you back pain. Of course, it’s mostly impossible to game with a trackpad. So I got to enjoy monotony of clicking noises with a pounding headache, while trying to do nothing but sleep it all away.

By evening I decided to get up and do some work I had to do. I flipped on the light and walked to my desk. I shot a sideways look towards my roommate, who, to my knowledge, hadn’t once paused his gaming for the six hours I tried to sleep. Was that a smirk on his face? It’s pretty ugly, so it’s kind of hard to tell. Was he satisfied that wasting his entire day was enough to get me to turn the lights on? I can’t see why he decided to stay in our room. Matter of fact, even the lounge on our floor would’ve been a better choice. With light and chairs that actually have back support.

Since it’s our room it would have been up to his consideration to leave, which was why I decided not to say anything. But how inconsiderate can one be? By contrast to his ignorance, I feel like I’m already going above and beyond simply by trying not to make noise when he sleeps. I’m not letting it slide if he does this again.

For dinner I didn’t want to repeat the journey for breakfast again, definitely not in the cold of night. So instead of trudging to campus I could trudge a third of the distance to the pickup area in the lobby! I got down there like I was in a trance.

On the way downstairs it hit me. Nobody was there to take care of me today. Combined with a pretty sad song (music can drown out a headache, I found), I really felt utterly crushed. Not a single person even knew how I felt, apart from my bum ass roommate. I did everything on my own today.

I wasn’t going to waste time crying, though I honestly felt like it. The food I treated myself to was too good to be delayed. After working through it with some YouTube videos I tried, for the second time, to sleep it all away again.

It’s the day after now, and I’m much better. I’m kind of proud with how seriously I took my recovery yesterday.

I just got back from throwing some passes with some friends on the Ultimate team. Turns out they did sort of check in with me when they ended up asking me to IM game happening later in the night yesterday. Nothing like home though.

I saw a really magnificent sunset today while walking back from campus. To be fair, I don’t see many sunsets, since I usually don’t happen to be out at the time. I really like watching sunsets though. To not look like an idiot, I walked to a nearby bus stop and pretended to wait for a ride, so I could stop and stare at the sky.