It's so easy, a caveman can do it!

Last Thursday night, I came down with the flu, just in time for midterm break. I was stuck in my room for the whole weekend, in exception to the Friday night football game at which I had to play in the marching band for. (It was senior night and the last game of the year, so there wasn't much getting out of it, and I still only had a cough.) It was really kind of interesting-in a terrifying way- to watch how my trail of thought almost completely diminished to the basic needs of the moment. All sentence structure entirely dissolved. "Ow. Need Kool-aid." "Cold." This was pushed further along by the on-again-off-again loss of my voice. Then, I lost all urge to converse. Short words and phrases recessed back to grabbing the box of Kool-aid or grabbing my throat. I felt like a caveman. My whole thought process was inexistent, and noone could really understand me. I just didn't possess the energy to do more. Eventually, that Kool-aid started working. My little brother was out of school for almost all of last week because of the flu, and so I tried helping him with his homework. Little by little, I watched my head come back. First, I tackled a coloring portion of a science lab. (The color-coding was insane. I was the only one who could figure it out, so I started playing with that while he was working on this even more complex English assignment.) Then, the English was taking too long, so I helped draw some pictures to definitions he had to look up. Come on- what would you draw for the word "regret"? Finally, I was more on top of things. I started showing my little brother how to do Punnett squares different ways. I evolved back to myself once again. Want Kool-aid. Now!