so here i am in florida, a wonderful land of humidity, sunshine, and mold.
my friend, ashley, and I have come here for the past two summers to visit her lovely mother, susan, in tampa. As I stepped off the airplane here in tampa, i imagined scenes of wonderful white sand beaches, sunglasses, and delicious seafood. what i got was quite different to say the least.
I'd like to indulge in a little tangent to speak about one subject:
airplanes- what I now call germ boxes. You sit in a metal flying box (which is terrifyingly defiant of mother nature) with two hundred other people... SOMEONE's gotta have some terrible cold or something... then they suck up the air, "filter" it... which is basically passing it through a coffee filter, and shoot it right back out at your face germs and all.
So after arriving at tampa, sunbathing... sunburning, and visiting a friend of susan's i promptly defy gravity and CAPSIZE their BRAND NEW JET SKI...
fuck.
Then... later that night when all the commotion was over and everyone had decided that this little incident was a hillarious thing of the past, i start getting a sore throat.
double fuck.
This little annoyance may seem insignificant but let me tell you, if I get a sore throat i will MOST CERTAINLY get sick...
None the less I prayed and hoped that it was just a little silly thing that would pass.
Failsauce.
The next day I woke up with a raging sore throat, a migrane, plugged nose, and body aches. I have not gotten sick in the past YEAR... now!? on VACATION!?
To save the very best for last... my 21st birthday fell on this vacation... and I was sick.
WHAT did I do to deserve this?!!?!!?!?!?!
Miss susan and ashley were understanding (thank god) of my freak cold and were very nice to me, even took me to buy a shit ton of cold medicine.
Tomorrow we board another two germ boxes to get home.... I'm recovering (thank God) and will get to go home to see my lovely boyfriend and family.
guhhhhhhh
