If you ask me, there’s nothing worse than being sick for an extended time.
It’s bad enough when you feel under the weather, but it’s absolute torture when your physical misery is carried out for a number of weeks. Let me tell you, it can be completely deleterious to your mental health if you find yourself stuck with a mysterious sickness that you can’t seem to shake. That’s how I’ve been feeling for the past several months now, and I’m starting to lose it at this point. I’ve been trapped inside my house for what seems like a lifetime. I haven’t seen my friends or family in many weeks. I’m going stir-crazy being trapped inside of my house and I feel like the only company I have left is my central heating and cooling equipment. Isn’t that sad? The only thing I can rely on is the consistency of my air conditioning system clicking on and off throughout the day. I first notice a rush of cool air, accompanied by the gentle whooshing sound created as the air passes through my vents. Soon, I can rely on the feeling of ice-cold air settling over my entire bed. I usually settle down into my comforter and try to warm up the sheets as for the cool air passes over my body. After 5 or 10 minutes of this, I can always count on the awkward silence when my air conditioning system stops operating. There’s no more cool air rushing through the vents, and a more stagnant air quality settles into the room. I know I’ve been trapped in this house for a long time, but I’m starting to worry about how much I look forward to hearing the air conditioning system each day.