Health Or Grades…

This is definitely not something good at all. Of all times, of all times for things to be piled up on me. I have to be sick. I just had to be. No other pretenses but the fact that my body is a constant furnace and I don’t have the time or the resources to make mysef better. I don’t know how much more I can wing it.

Why do you constantly do this to me?

I mean…come to think of it, I haven’t gotten this sick since…since a long time. A very long time. Then when I finally am…I’ve been having this fever since Friday. Not when I was going out with her. I don’t know whether my constant runny nose and bone aches is related to the fact she left me recently, but I’m betting a large sum that it’s part of the problem.

If only I had someone to bet this with.

I just dont know how much more I can push myself on this. As long as I finish my assignment by Friday…it should be fine. But no way I can do that and concentrate on my Lab at the same time. I’ve already been late for two lab sessions. That’s not going to be good on my record…and my experiments.

Damn…what the hell am I supposed to do?

I’m caught between a rock and a hard place. If I push myself any further…you can just see me in the hospital right about now. I’m weak enough that I actually walk very very slowly already. For those of you who know me…that’s a bad thing. And if I don’t push myself…I can kiss my grades goodbye.


You know that there is only one thing I can do.

You know it and I know it.

I’ve got to push myself. I’ve got to pull the all nighters. I’ve got to keep myself away and forget that I’m sick. At least until the end of the week. I have to put my grades in front of my health. I don’t have the luxury of taking care of both at the same time now. It really sucks when you have no one watching your back on this. It really does.

But if there is anything my life has to teach me is this.

Most people run anyway when a push comes to shove. So…I have to make the best of this one.

I’m going to keep looking for those journal articles. I don’t care that everytime I cough, my head feels like it’s been pounded by a hammer. I don’t care that my back feels like it’s about to give out on me. I just care about one thing and one thing only.

Getting this thing done right the way I know how.

And it’s going to take more than a bad cold to stop me.

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