TM 271: Talk about a time you were sick.
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I've been sick exactly twice in my life. The first time was when I was fifteen. I ruined my perfect attendance record at school. I don't really remember much about how I felt because I was knocked out for most of it and the parts I do remember, I don't really want to talk about.
The second time, I was nineteen. I no longer had an attendance record to ruin, just a city to help rebuild and I wasn't going to shirk that duty. In retrospect, I probably made myself sicker by doing so, but it had to be done.
I guess what I had was something equivalent to a human cold. My head felt like it was going to explode. I was exhausted. And I sneezed. For the first time ever. It was actually really interesting and very hard to describe. It also kicked in what is commonly (well, at least to those of you reading this) known as my “superbreath”. That was also interesting, although rebuilding the barn door was an extra chore I didn't need. Nor did I really need Lois wondering why our old one had fallen out of the sky miles away and almost crushed her.
By the way, that? Is hysterical now. You have no idea how many times I want to tease her about it, but I can't. It's a tough life, sometimes.
I have to admit having mom fawn over me was kind of nice. I think she actually enjoyed it, never having been able to do this when I was younger. And I have to agree that nothing tastes better in the world when you're sick than chicken soup.
But aside from those few bright spots, being sick pretty much sucked. I have no idea how everyone else puts up with it on a semi-regular basis.
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I've been sick exactly twice in my life. The first time was when I was fifteen. I ruined my perfect attendance record at school. I don't really remember much about how I felt because I was knocked out for most of it and the parts I do remember, I don't really want to talk about.
The second time, I was nineteen. I no longer had an attendance record to ruin, just a city to help rebuild and I wasn't going to shirk that duty. In retrospect, I probably made myself sicker by doing so, but it had to be done.
I guess what I had was something equivalent to a human cold. My head felt like it was going to explode. I was exhausted. And I sneezed. For the first time ever. It was actually really interesting and very hard to describe. It also kicked in what is commonly (well, at least to those of you reading this) known as my “superbreath”. That was also interesting, although rebuilding the barn door was an extra chore I didn't need. Nor did I really need Lois wondering why our old one had fallen out of the sky miles away and almost crushed her.
By the way, that? Is hysterical now. You have no idea how many times I want to tease her about it, but I can't. It's a tough life, sometimes.
I have to admit having mom fawn over me was kind of nice. I think she actually enjoyed it, never having been able to do this when I was younger. And I have to agree that nothing tastes better in the world when you're sick than chicken soup.
But aside from those few bright spots, being sick pretty much sucked. I have no idea how everyone else puts up with it on a semi-regular basis.
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