I fell asleep in the Hudson Health Center waiting room.
I had a list of possible topics I might write about for my last column. But me on my deathbed? That definitely wasn't one of them. You're right; I am a big baby. I get a stuffy nose and I feel the need to sleep for three days straight. But that's beside the point.
Can you think of a worse scenario for week ten? Neither can I. And yet somehow a mass attack of germs and disease always seems to flood campus just in time for finals.
I know this because I saw Hudson Health Center waiting room. After experiencing weeklong episodes of spontaneous narcolepsy'they insisted it was only fatigue'and a sore throat, I chose to venture to Hudson for some medical assistance.Upon entering the waiting room, I heard throaty coughs and tedious sneeze attacks, but what I saw was overwhelming. There were no seats. Where will I sit, I thought. How long will this take, I pondered. And then I saw the sign. The wait is approximately 1 hour
the sign read.
After my jaw returned to its upright position, I found a small bench in the hallway next to the waiting room. I sat for a few minutes, and then my spontaneous narcolepsy kicked in.
I woke up an hour later confused and scared. Did they call my name, I wondered. The nurse told me she called my name three times. Now that's some serious sleep.
Once I made it past the waiting room, the nurse was ridiculously nice to me and the doctor made me laugh more than once. But that didn't make my pea-sized throat feel any better.
You're sick was the overall verdict. So I took my prescriptions and went home.
Stay in bed, rest, have someone make you soup. These are the things that you should do when you are sick. But when you are sick during week ten at Ohio University, things get flipped'turned upside down, if you will.
Presentations, projects, exams, papers and chicken noodle soup. That's how I'll be spending my last two weeks in Athens. I guess I'm not sick enough to skip that psychophysiology final after all.
But what happens whenG?uh-ohG?I feel a random bout of narcolepsy coming on. There's the yawn. Good luck on your finals, kids. And don't drink from the water fountain.Natalie Cammarata is a junior journalism major and a stringer at The Post. Send her an e-mail at nc175305@ohio.edu.
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