Mono Scare!

No, I didn't think that I had it. But when one of my roommates had a fever and a sore throat and achiness and lethargy, and the health center thought it might have been infectious mononucleosis... I flipped. "Sure," I told myself, "it's probably strep. I shouldn't even worry about it because our health center is dumb." But then I got into the what-if thinking. What if it is mono? What if I catch it? What if, after raising four thousand dollars and putting in the training and doing all the freaking work... I don't get to bike across the country? I turned into a germ nazi for twenty four-ish hours. I wouldn't breathe near him, I wouldn't touch half the stuff in the apartment because I knew that he might have touched it or coughed on it or thought sick thoughts on it or something. It was probably a little extreme, and he probably wanted to kill me since he was sick and all I really cared about was not getting sick myself.

So I'm selfish. Any strangers reading this blog now know this to be a fact. At least my selfishness was completely unfounded, because he has strep. And I can handle strep. Strep doesn't put you out of commision for like a year. I think I've got some apologizing in the form of chicken soup and roommately concern to do for my roommate Will. But at least this cloud has a silver lining. Which is more than I can say for the rainclouds outside.

Peace Out, Hombres!