While attending a college in upstate New York around the age of 20 or 21, I became very ill. I blamed it on stress and nonstop going, going, going.
One night, I woke up not feeling well. Somehow I climbed down from my top bunk, headed into the bathroom, and ended up passing out. I was too weak to get back up into my bed, so I ended up on the couch in the dorm lobby for over a week. The campus nurse wasn’t sure what was wrong with me and why I continued for days with a fever. She took me to a doctor in town. Nothing against small towns, or upstate New York because it is beautiful – it’s just not the place I want to be going to a doctor. The doctor diagnosed me with having a hole in my ear drum.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t getting any better and ended up missing many classes which caused me to fall way behind in school. My parents received a call from me crying to come home. I remember being in so much pain on the ride through the mountains on the way back to Michigan. Once I was home and saw my doctor, he diagnosed me with an ear infection, strep throat and bronchitis. Those things on their own aren’t too bad, but having them all together took a toll.