Day 1 of the Chicken Pox Sufferer
So the story started on the very slow yet relaxing Saturday. I just woke up from a 10+ hours slumber and was lazing on my bed(like a lazy bastard I am). All is well until I realized the blister on my finger I saw yesterday hasn’t deflated on it’s own and still red.
Intrigued I search around my arm, and voila. Guess what I found?
If you guess another blister(or two) you are fucking correct! ‘Cause I found another two tiny but growing red dot on my left arm, and so in a paranoid frenzy feel around my body in case there’s more.
AND OFFUCKINGCOURSE THere are some more, on my stomach and back.
Now some might think I somehow got it from stranger I pass by everyday, but NO to the PE because I KNOW WHO is the infector, my ‘dear’ friend Vince.
This motherfucking bastard had chicken pox a couple weeks ago, nothing to be protested about IF HE DIDN’T COME TO CLASS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE HIGHEST INFECTION CHANCE!!!
The whole class was cautious around him, even the teacher was questioning his permission to ever leave the house that day(which he said his doctor allowed him. Even the teacher didn’t believe him on that).
Some most of the rashes are still fucking red. It’s fucking clear that they are newly popped, and this motherfucking man boy dare to come. Talk about sharing is caring. The boy was even barely conscious throughout the class.
Anyway, after that he’s slowly getting better and no one seems to be infected. And after a week he’s back to his loud, childish, annoying self. All is well and good right? Well yeah for a couple of week.
Anyway, after a week and more of his ‘harmless recovery’ I was staying up late. Might be bad on my part, but the fact that he’s been healthy for the last week make me assume that is doesn’t matter, and I was used to stay up late anyway.
But joly oh no was I wrong. Cause before I discover the blister on my hand, I start to feel really fatigued in the evening, more than normal and was sleeping so early. I didn’t thought of it of course, because all the past times I stay up late there’s always day when my body choose to sleep early.
But holly molly was I wrong with my thought. Cause the day I notice the blister was also the day I stay up late and when I woke up I was not feeling good. But I push through the uncomfortableness of my body and still getting ready for class.
I was slightly dozed throughout the train ride to my class( which should have been an indication for me to notice). I don’t put any mind of it because I’m prone to became sleepy from the boring ride or the stuffed air.
Anyway, things were not getting better when I reached my class and after that. I could not focus and I have a slight fever(which is usual after a late night).
So here I am, on Saturday night, sitting on my bed, body decorated with red raging blister that keep birthing out new ones, and livid as hell.
So the summary for the tldr: Don’t be an asshole who, just because they don’t want to miss to many classes, came to class with highly contagious and long recovering illness, when they’re supposed to stay at home and rest.
