I have a new experience to add to my resume, and can safely say that it’s not gonna be on my top ten list. Life in India meant, if I was sick (and I mean, past-the-point-of-“I-feel-like-death”) I would go to a GP, have someone look down my throat and spend the next two weeks taking some mild antibiotics. No biggie.
Perhaps I’m remembering it wrong, which will probably lead to having a long discussion with le madre about my medical history, but it didn’t seem all that bad in the third world country where illnesses abide in crevices that shouldn’t exist. Maybe that’s because I was a kid and for a kid being sick = NO SCHOOL! I can sit in bed all day playing on my brother’s gameboy and doing sweet FA! Being a ‘grown-up’ and unwell is, on the other hand, inconvenient to say the very least. Here are reasons why it’s just a little bit less fun:
– I have more work to do if I skip school than if I down a paracetamol and go to class. The teachers sometimes teach what’s in the book. Mostly, they illustrate information the book doesn’t cover because they believe is important. It’s not, because, like most stuff learnt in university, it’s theoretical nonsense that can only be useful in pretentious conversation. It IS useful because IT WILL BE IN THE EXAM. If I don’t sit there for two hours doing the drone, I’d have to spend weeks running around trying to find a fellow student who has managed to take sufficient notes, find out if they’re willing to let me copy them, hassle to find a moment where I can scan the notes and then swallow all my complaints when the handwriting turns out to be unintelligible. Did I mention the PowerPoint lecture slides? They tend to consist of a basic heading to introduce a topic, and then random words written out phrase-style. It all makes sense when the lecturer is talking, because what’s on the slides are just his primer notes. On their own, they make about as much sense as a recipe without the instructions.
– Naps are mandatory. Since when are naps mandatory?? I would literally stay up all night long to prove to my parents that if they were going to make me have a nap, I was going to make them pay. Now, I get home from uni, sit down on my bed with every intention of finishing up that essay that’s due, um, tomorrow. And fall asleep. Today, I was sitting in class, counting the minutes before I could go home, collapse on my fluffy blanket and take a nap! It doesn’t matter how early I decide to go to bed, how early I have to wake up, or even how strenuous my day has been so far. At around 13:00, my brain starts slowing down and if I haven’t napped it by 15:00, it goes into hibernation mode. That is, I look awake, but you could probably poke me in the eye and I wouldn’t have a single reflex response. Because my brain doesn’t care that I am 20, not Methuselah, or consider that sleeping for more than 10 hours a day just might be a waste of time.
– I have to set alarms… for when to eat. I’m a forgetful person when it comes to food. If I’m not so hungry that my stomach physically hurts, I tend to forget all about eating. Someone will walk into class with a sandwich and I’ll be like “Ohhh! That’s what I was trying to remember two hours ago! I knew I was missing something!” For the most part, I make sure I’m getting three meals a day or compensate with two massive ones. Enter the meds. I’m on a wondrous cocktail of meds that require a stringent eating schedule. One pill with breakfast, two pills an hour before food, or two hours after. Five pills half an hour before food, or two hours after. The problem here is that, my eating schedule resembles my wake-up schedule, which resembles my class schedule. If class begins at 9:00, I’m up at 7:00. If at 15:00, I’m up at 13:00. I have 80 minutes for the essentials (make-up, clothes selection, coffee, making sandwiches, making cigarettes), 20 minutes to get to school and 10 minutes to have a smoke before class. Food is not a factor in these two hours. Which means (remember, forgetfulness) I have to estimate the day before when I’ll be hungry and try to set an approximate alarm an hour earlier to down a batch of drugs. And if I so happen to accidentally take a nap or have a later class and miss the alarm, I have find some way to wile away the time before I can eat again. Like splattering my sleepy, hunger-induced frustration on my school blog.