normal doesn't exist in my world

I think I shall remain in my room for the entirety of my life. Whenever I leave, things happen. I woke up this morning exhausted and hardly had the energy to text my boss and tell her that I didn't have the energy to come into work this morning because I was sick. All of this after twelve hours of sleep. Tell me if that's normal because in my book, it signifies that something is horribly wrong.

So my former roommate texted me around this time, telling me that she was on campus. I texted her back and asked if she would come check on me, to see if I was really as sick as I felt. (She is a former nursing major.) She came, said I looked not quite so hot, I panicked--in my sluggish sick way--and suggested we go to urgent care. After all, she drives, so I could actually go and find out if it was more than a head cold.

Once there, the nurse sort of rushed through everything, then it took awhile for the doctor to come in and pronounce, "You only have a head cold," and leave. Then I waited a long time for the nurse to come back, have me sign something, and then to give me a prescription which I didn't fill because I didn't feel like wasting any more money on "just a head cold." Unless I am actively expelling organs from my body, I refuse to go back to urgent care. This is the second time that I've wasted my $10 co-pay to have a doctor give me a look like, "Why are you wasting my time?" and then say, "It's just [insert pansy illness here]..."

On the way back from urgent care, we hit some traffic and were driving slowly when--out of the blue--something smashed our windshield. No, it was not some ghetto delinquent getting a high from dodging in and out of vehicles taking random swings at cars with a baseball bat. It was, in fact, a chunk of wood that fell from construction on the overpass that we were about to drive under. Praise the Lord for safety glass, because although the windshield is smashed, glass did not explode in all directions and kill us. Also, praise the Lord for traffic going slowly, because had we been going the speed limit, it is very likely that one or both of us would be severely injured and/or dead.

It took awhile to figure things out, but after a state trooper and a guy from the construction group came, things got figured out, and we were once again on our way. It's been an exciting few hours to be awake. I think I might go back to bed now. Maybe then my nose will cease its dripping.