Xenoentomology

When I was first looking at colleges (after the Harvard/Yale/"I want to be a physicist like Einstein" phase), my dad gave me a piece of advice. I was looking at the programs at Fort Hays and had just returned from my one and only campus visit. We were sitting in the fire station drinking Dr. Pepper from the vending machine and he said, "It might not seem like a long way away now, Zach but you know, there is nothing worse than being sick and away from home. That two-and-a-half-hour car trip is gonna seem like half the world away when you're in your dorm room with the flu."  About three months later in that same office I told my father that I had decided to put college off for a year and go to Germany. Yeah I'm not always the best at taking advice.

He was right though. A lot of things were tough that first year, but being sick abroad is one of those things that just kinda stays sucky. Being sick is no cake-walk to begin with, but the point where you can't just stay in bed all day because no one is going to go out and get you soup and medicine is pretty terrible.

I've been fighting off a nasty bug for the last couple of days. No worries I'm well provisioned. I had the foresight to stock up on canned soup and aspirin when I felt it coming on. By the time I was completely bedridden I had all the tea and nourishment I'll need for the apocalypse. As such, this will be a pretty brief post seeing as I'm sneaking it in between naps. But I would like to leave you with this sentiment: the absolutely worst thing about being sick is when all the snot finally does drain from your sinuses and you can smell the rancidness of the room you've eaten, slept and had cold sweats in for the last three days. Yeah, good times.