Terrible 2 Weak

The sickness is polluting, no one is safe. The fever is low grade; only about 99 give or take. No strength to do anything but rest, waiting for the day when the sun will shine and bring warmth on the bodies laying around. 2 weeks is a very long time. I wish it was a zombie epidemic, I wish I could blame it on the weather of what I believe is called SAD, I wish it was something terrible and gruesome, which people would understand. It started in the throat; a loss of vocal communication, only a crackle would be released. Most people couldn’t understand. Burning sensation in my esophagus, sometime choking on mucus, a noose gently tied around my neck as I slept. Waking in terrible coughing spells that came from the chest when I would breathe. Some days I would feel better, which was a tease. Some days I would fell worst, which was hell. I thought my body would fix me, I thought I would get better in 5 days, I thought it was only a cold. But this was something else. I was lifeless, not wanting to do anything, forcing myself to something. Is it the Michigan weather? The winter was too long, and with that length it gave strength to this sickness that invaded my brain and corrupted my body. Never leaving the house, only for work and sometimes for school, otherwise I would be under the blankets, tucked in bed with some kind of vitamin C something or another. I want to move, I want to be myself, I want to get out in the world no matter what kind of weather Michigan would throw at me. I am to the point where I am sick of being sick. I am left here all alone, with my only weapon, a thermometer. It’s been to long since I seen my mother face. No mood to deal with other people, just leave me alone so I can rest. It might have been stress that opened the doors to this evil. I wish it was only a cold, I wish it was just my allergies; I wish it was only the flu; I wish it was anything but what it is. I wanted my innards and smaller organism to fix whatever was the matter with me. But it was stuck and wouldn’t leave; it was too cozy in the top half of my lungs. Maybe it was a chest cold or maybe it was bronchitis or tuberculosis. I gave up trying to take care of myself, my life was suffering from being sick for so long and my body was weak with fever and chills, I finally went to the doctors. One word- antibiotics.