At the very beginning of spring break, I was super confused and annoyed, because everyone on the planet seemed to feel interaction with other humans was “socially irresponsible” due to the COVID-19 outbreak. I understood that they wanted to take the situation seriously, however, I’m not going to pretend that I didn’t think they were going a bit overboard. I just carried on with my normal life until I woke up one morning with a bad cough.
From that morning on, my family insisted I stay home from the gym, the grocery store, and any other public place they might be headed (even Tropical Smoothie! I know, outrageous). I felt really sick, but I didn’t want to miss out on Dance Trance at our local YMCA. Life had to go on to a certain extent, but I had to stay in bed. How unfair! After a quick call with my doctor, we found out that I only have a cold that’s been going around, which consists of a long-lasting dry cough.
While I was definitely happy to hear I didn’t have COVID-19, being sick during a global pandemic is no piece of cake. To start with, my siblings got really annoying. Every time I cough, they’ll all leave the room and yell at me to cover my cough (even though I already have been doing so), and if we were in the car driving to my grandma’s house, they’d immediately roll down the windows (can you feel my eye roll?). I know what you’re thinking — how could they have the audacity to act in such a way when I have to put every ounce of energy I have into fighting this dreadful cough?
One day, my sisters were doing Zumba together in our TV room while I was sick. The fact they would mock me like that as I lay on the couch, watching them dance away, is another story. They know jazzercise is my passion. Why would they salsa without me? You can agree I’ve definitely beat cinderella out in having the cruelest of sisters. I brought them my concerns, and they said that they would not just stop just because I was unable to dance my heart out with them. What treachery! What betrayal! How can I ever stand to call them sisters again?
It gets worse (it seems impossible, I know). When the only thing I wanted in the whole wide world was Campbell’s chicken noodle soup, my dad brought home its Progresso counterpart from Publix. Campbell’s soup has a balance of flavor like no other and the noodles come both at the perfect amount and texture needed to warm up my tummy during these trying times, while Progresso tastes like a tetanus shot mixed with too many carrots. I’m sure you can understand why I threw these godforsaken cans of “soup” right back in my father’s face upon discovering his unforgivable oversight.
As you can clearly see, my life has been horrible for the past few weeks. But, in all seriousness, stay at home. Not only will you prevent yourself from catching this very serious virus, but you’ll also have more time for Zumba.
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