I haven't been sick at all in months. Not a single cough. I get allergies, but not sick. Anyway, today was the first scrimmage of my college tennis team, we played Sonoma State. I woke up at 2:45 AM hacking, coughing, and in general dying. Every symptom possible. I tried as hard a I could to feel better and by match time I felt "ehh" like it was do-able. (Meaning to play, not win) SSU is a much better team than us and it is traditional to go out and get our butts handed to us once every year for our scrimmage.
Anyway, since it wasn't an official scrimmage and we play them often, we didn't use a ladder, just picked random names out of a hat. I , number five on my team, drew their number one guy. I was already feeing out of it, but figured I would get it over with. Then I saw the guy. I asked him how tall he was. He was 22 years old and approximately 6'5". I thought it couldn't get any worse. My coach walks over with a sad look in his face and explains that the big part of his game is his serve then casually warned me to just try and survive.
He served the ball on the first point, and it was the fastest moving tennis ball I have ever seen. I think I got about ten first serves back from him. He beat me 6-1, 6-0. I also got hit in the stomach with one of his serves, which I found out later can reach 140 mph.
And now I'm home. Sick, hurting, tired, hungry, I have the chills and a headache, my throat is sore, I just dry-heaved, my stomach has a bruise, I need new shoes, but the WORST part, is that my HD600's haven't shipped yet. It's been 3 days. WHY?!
EDIT: I just hurled. What a wonderful day.
