On the morning of Day 4, I awoke with a strange and unfamiliar tickle in the back of my throat. It was uncomfortable, but manageable after seeking some throat spray from Stuart the Uni Pharmacist. However, over the next couple of days my symptoms continually morphed into fever, chills, headaches, painful coughing fits, and a massive amount of sweating. Normally back home I would wait for a doctor and keep going about my regular rigorous routine until it either got too bad to ignore or went away (usually resulting in the former.) That usually tends to allow me to produce half effort involvement in my normal activities meanwhile exhausting me. So here I decided to take the alternative route and just rest up and drink fluids and so far my symptoms have seemed to get better.
Although the chance to rest has provided me with the time to come upon the revelation that rest can help improve sickness and also time to watch every Ryan Stiles ‘Whose Line’ clip on YouTube, being sick has taken me away from some of the festivities going on for ResFest. Much of the time while I have been trying to recover I have been so worried about not hacking up a lung that I haven’t really cared about not being able to join the crowd. Still, considering how important this experience is and how I want to invest as much as possible in making it worthwhile, I have felt an extra incentive to getting well so that way I can at least be engaged a bit more than I am now.
On the occasions when I have felt well enough to get out, I have managed to have some pretty exciting adventures. Wednesday night was student night at a local nightclub called Customs, so a group from our dorm went down to see what was on and hang out for a little bit. We didn’t stay for long, but we had a pretty good time for the most part, and I got to experience the interesting dances of young Australian Lads (its nothing like the US, that’s for sure.) Then on Friday we went down as a Residence to Bogey Hole which is a really interesting place. Bogey Hole is a bath that was hewn out of the rocks on the beaches so that Lieutenant-Colonel James Thomas Morisset, could use the area as his own personal bath during the early 19th century.
Apart from that I haven’t really been up to much. Hopefully once I start feeling better I’ll be able to remain more up to date with the blog and more engaged in life.
Until Next Time.