Frankly, I’m sick of it. Anyone who has ever interacted with me knows that I am sick all the time. This may sound like an exaggeration but trust me, it isn’t. I would say that I at least have a cold probably 80% of the time. Currently, I have bronchitis. I don’t know how I got it or long it will last for but I’m going into week 5 right now and not feeling great. People may have seen my little yellow inhaler that I now require because sometimes I cough so hard I can’t breathe. It got to the point last week where I woke myself up by coughing, and then proceeded to wake up my roommate too because I was so loud. I finished an entire bottle of NyQuil in the past week and a half. I don’t remember the last time I drank a beverage other than hot tea. My head has so much pressure that when I speak, it feels like I’m in an echo chamber. This last side effect proved to be exceptionally weird at the two concerts I saw last week. I know how annoying it is to hear people complain about something constantly, but I can’t help it. At this point, being sick has all but become a part of my personality. No matter the season, weather, phase of the moon, etc., I am ill. Last winter I even got the flu. For a while, my parents thought I just didn’t have enough vitamins or minerals or what not. But it turns out that I just naturally have a low white blood cell count which makes me extra susceptible to illness. This is, decidedly, not cute.
As I write this, I’m sitting in Pavement Coffee. It’s a Sunday afternoon and the weather is lovely outside. I think I might go for a walk down to the Esplanade after I finish this assignment. Maybe I’ll go to the Boston Public Gardens and check out the frozen pond that I’ve seen so many pictures of. Last weekend I took a walk around Back Bay with some friends to find fun spots to photograph. I try to take photos on my disposable camera to document parts of my life that I might otherwise forget and then it’s nice to look back at them a few months later when the pictures get developed. We walked all the way to Chinatown and climbed to the top of the Tufts Medical Center parking garage right as the sun was setting and it was probably one of the nicest moments of my whole time in college.
I just saw a Shen Yun poster on the wall. Does anyone actually know what Shen Yun is? I see posters for them everywhere but I’ve never met a person that has actually seen a Shen Yun performance. I even saw a Shen Yun poster in Berlin this summer. My personal theory is that they’re a front for something. For what exactly, I do not know. But I think there’s something fishy happening there.
See you Wednesday,
Maya
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