Typhoid and Finals

Since Wednesday I've had Typhoid, or Malaria, or something. Eric says it's probably just a cold but I swear it's medieval and deadly. The sickness has crawled in to my chest and keeps trying to jolt out of my body with painful coughs. Isn't that The Consumption? I remember reading these symptoms in Angela Ashes. I'm fairly sure that's what it is. The Consumption.

Finals are going to happen over the next 3 days. I've got some reading to do before class tomorrow, my second to last literature class. I'm 5/6 of the way done through the research paper that is due in that class, and it is such a huge chunk of my grade that I'm considering it a second final. This research paper, I swear, has taught me nothing but to hate my topic, Lord Byron. That, my friends, is resentment at is deepest. Then, after the research paper is turned in the FINAL final will be on Sunday at 1pm. That's an essay too. Last but not least, on Monday night is my math final.

The stress of school, and of my beloved procrastination, has caused me to be quite moody. The stress of having Malaria AND having to study for finals has made that moodiness off the friggin charts, lately! I have been so worried that Eric wants to kill me and bury me out back by the pet relief area. I pray that after just 3 months and 2 weeks that Eric's not ready to give up on me and our marriage just yet. "Take pity on the weak and infected won't cha, Eric?"

I look SO FORWARD to Monday night after my Math final where I can walk off campus with NO SCHOOL RELATED STRESS on my shoulders. And with today's medical miracles, and the wonders of Theraflu, I'm sure the tuberculosis will fade in due time as well, putting my marriage back on track.

We've not walked so don't even ASK me about that but I'm still taking the water aerobics class on Wednesdays. Well honestly..this past Wednesday, in the height of my Malaria attack, I accidentally showed up for water aerobics an hour late....but next week I'll be back in the floating saddle again! No worries. The weather now is in the 20's when we wake up so morning walking isn't going to work outside. We're talking about joining the gym. I've been taking the stairs instead of the elevator when I can. I've also been jogging in place when I take Lady to the pet relief area behind our house, both to keep warm and to get some exercise. Stop laughing. It may look stupid -- but what else should I do while I'm waiting for Lady to finish her business?? At lease I've misplaced my ear muffs. Jogging in place at the pet relief area with ear muffs on probably would be cause for Eric to kill and bury me out there.