“Heirs of a cold war, that’s what we’ve become; Inheriting troubles, I’m mentally numb. Crazy, I just cannot bear…. I’m living with something that just isn’t fair…. Mental wounds not healing, who and what’s to blame? I’m goin’ off the rails on a crazy train….” –Crazy Train, Ozzy Osbourne
Several doctor’s visits and countless hours in bed later, I’m still sick.
The diagnosis has changed from sinus infection to “just a cold” to “maybe pneumonia?” to upper respiratory infection more times than I can count. Several prescriptions later, we’ve settled on the latter and I’m finally starting to feel like I might be starting to get better.
Luckily for me, the last few days coincided with what Gettysburg calls “Reading Days,” the closest thing we have to a “Fall Break” (Gettysburg doesn’t really like the concept of breaks), coinciding either right before or right after midterms. For the first time in my student-hood, I decided to journey home for reading days (about half of the student body does so). As much as I adore Gettysburg, months of sickness and fatigue, stress and homesickness led me to just want my mom and my puppy.
And that’s just what I got.
In short, this was probably the hardest time I have had coming back to school.