I really do like being in school

Just glanced over my last few entries and noticed that I only write when I am frustrated about something.  So I want to say for the record: I love being back in school! My classes are interesting and fun, I am meeting lovely people, and except for the occasional swine flu, living alone is not bad. Someday will manage to write about all of the good things going on. Besides the brownies (which really are very, very good, as it turns out).

I hate being sick.

I’ve now discovered the (hopefully) worst thing about living alone: getting sick.

I have the flu (likely H1N1 variety) and have spent the last 36 hours in my home “self isolating” for the good of humanity.  I was supposed to go home and see my family this weekend, celebrate my sister’s 10th birthday, but I figured getting on a plane was not what the CDC had in mind when they issued their recommendations.  Plus, it’s been kind of a struggle to make it out of bed.

So here’s me, not at home with my loving family.  Here’s me, alone in my one-bedroom apartment with an enormous pile of dirty dishes, a raging headache, a see-sawing temperature, and no one to pop their head in and say, “How you feeling?”

In short, it sucks.

I’ve never really understood the “fear of dying alone and being discovered six months later” trope that seems to drive most romantic comedies these days, but I think I’m starting to get it.  I know this is the flu talking, but after a certain amount of time without seeing another human being, I feel like I could die and it would take a while for anyone to notice.  (No, I am not that sick, just mopey.)  Being sick, at the best of times, is never as fun as it should be (lying in bed all day watching TV sounds great when you are not actually doing it).  But it’s a whole lot less fun when no one brings you soup or watches any of the TV with you.