Wow that escalated quickly.
Living in a dorm is all sorts of fun. Getting to live with your best friends, staying up late, having midnight feasts, and throwing parties for every single holiday you can think of, life couldn’t get much better. Except when it’s 70 degrees outside and the heating system in the dorms is on.
Because my dorm was built such a long time ago, only heating or cooling can be turned on at once. There is one control for the entire building, and once it started getting cooler outside, maintenance turned off the air conditioning and turns on the heating. BUT, because Alabama weather is so crazy, it’ll be 40 degrees one week and 70 degrees the next. You can see the problem with this, right?
add in that they arent gonna switch the AC back til the spring
It got so stuffy in our room that I felt like I couldn’t breathe anymore. Just imagine, it’s 73 degrees outside with the heat blowing in your face. Delightful isn’t it? Luckily, we have windows that can open in our dorm, so we kept our windows open all day, everyday. Here’s where the problem came in: it might have been warm outside during the day, but the temperature drops big time at night. So sleeping with the window open? Not such a great idea.
But, being the smart, responsible adult that I am, I slept with my window open. Thus, I woke up from my really cold dreams of turning into Elsa (from Frozen) with a chest-wracking cough and a headache. I thought I was actually going to die. However, being the smart and sort of health-conscientious, I quickly typed all of my symptoms into Google to see what life-threatening disease I had.
The first diagnosis that popped up? Cancer. After staring at the screen in shock, Before my brain spiraled out of control, I took a couple of deep breaths and calmed myself. I mean, everyone knows that the internet will diagnose anything and everything with cancer. So, using my smartness, I moved on to the next diagnosis: pneumonia. And that is when I fell down the rabbit hole.
Pneumonia is basically an infection of the lungs (take notes, pre-meds). And according to trusty old Google, it can stem from food that you get into your lungs. In case you were wondering, I swallowed an entire piece of gnocchi down the wrong pipe a couple of weeks ago. Coincidence? I think not. Moving on: raspy cough, chest pain, and feeling tired. My coughs were 100% raspy (#nastyraspy), I had chest pain when I coughed, and I was always tired. Now that I was thoroughly convinced that I had pneumonia and that I was going to die, I phoned my trusty sister who’s in med school. After hearing my hysteric rant, she quickly said, “Emily, calm down, I’ll listen to your lungs.” I breathed deeply, in and out, as she listened.
The verdict? I don’t have pneumonia, I have the common cold. Turns out the raspy cough and chest pain were from my cold, and I wasn’t exactly getting my 6.5 hours of sleep, thus the tiredness. I’M NOT DYING. Don’t get me wrong, it still sucks. But hey, at least it’s not pneumonia. Or cancer.
Currently coughing my lungs up,