In Flew Enza

I had a little bird,
Its name was Enza.
I opened the window,
And in-flu-enza.
~Children's Skipping Rhyme, 1918

Sneeze.

Cough.

Ache.

Hurt.

Throb.

Sniffle.

Sick.

I'm sick. Couldn't you tell? My ears hurt, but I don't have an ear infection. My throat hurts, but I don't have strep. My nose is stuffed up, but I don't have a sinus infection. My head is hot, but I don't have a fever. I don't have the flu, but I still feel sick. This bought of sickness is just a normal one; it's routine. Nothing out of the ordinary.

I got sick at THE perfect time (if you didn't catch my drift, that was sarcasm). As much as the whole student population at Central wants to deny it, school comes back tomorrow morning, bright and early at 8 am. Yay. Yesterday I had my whole day scheduled out from hour-to-hour on what to study when, as finals are in a little more than a week, and I have that lovely assignment of free-hand drawing the map of Europe that makes it debut tomorrow precisely at about 2:10 pm in room 284.

But do you want to know what I did yesterday instead?

I laid in my bed under a mountain of blankets/no blankets at times because I was hot and cold off and on and shamelessly watched two-too-many episodes of one of my favorites Gossip Girl on Netflix. Needless to say I finished Season 5 without any difficulties. I also probably finished a couple bags of Ricola Honey Lemon Cough Drops all by myself and painstakingly choked down some vile doses of Robitussin while I was at it.

I should be ashamed at myself because I really didn't study yesterday, which is quite an alarming thought. I have so much to do! I have to study for Trig and French and Chem and English and AP Euro and go ham on practicing this map.

But now that I think of it, this sick-bought came at a really great time.

Before yesterday, I was stressing over my map way too much; I was stressing over finals way too much already; I was stressing over school way too much. But lying in bed yesterday, taking a two-hour nap gave me a chance to take a breath and relax before I go back to the zoo, I mean school, tomorrow morning. I got my 'calm before the storm'.

It's like a little birdie named Enza flew in and sat on my shoulder and told me to take a break. A much, much needed break. After I rested a lot yesterday and ate a baked potato, I felt a lot better. I was finally able to focus on my map. And look at the results:

Little Birdie Enza did me a huge favor.