Donkey Flu and Excuses

So after an amazing morning of shopping with my mom, followed by coffee with my sister and my mom, I decided I would come home, take a quick nap and then finally get back into studying. Exams start on Tuesday and I fear that if I don’t pass this time Stellenbosch might actually finally decide that it is sick and tired of me and kick me out.

It is therefore imperative that I start studying at some point seeing as this week has been one that contained such procrastination that I found myself actually transposing music last night.

But as I lay there in my bed, my eyes slowly opening to the scary big bad world, I immediately knew that something was wrong. I could feel that slow sinus headache creeping up on me and the few sneezes from earlier had turned to full on sinusitis. I am getting sick.

To be honest I am not sure why I am surprised. At the end of every semester, exams creep up on me and a week before they are due to start I hit panic stations. I then spend the next week looking for excuses to not study while my sub-conscious stresses out and kills my immune system. I then spend the next three weeks of exams, and half of my holiday, man down with some freaky flu that’s named after some animal.

I have decided that I am going to do things a little different this year though. I have just been to the shops and bought MedLemon, flu tabs, orange juice and Panados. I am going to annihilate those little creepy-crawlies that are busy taking over my body and then tomorrow morning I am going to get over my fear of needles and my pride and let a nurse stick a whole bunch of vitamin B into my bum cheek.  

I am going to make sure that this stupid flu doesn’t ruin my exams and half my holidays. And just in case things get scary, I have bought sour worms and custard, because let’s be honest, you won’t care about your stupid diet when you die from donkey flu.

The only problem is that now I need to find a new excuse to tell my parents when they ask me why I have failed genetics… again!