I ended up at the sick bay.
I don't know if I was truly nauseous or if the smell of the sick bay triggered more vomiting episodes.
I was given a bed close to the wall. There were other students who were there for various reasons. The nurses were doing their rounds and making sure we were okay.
Nurse Tee, a middle aged woman, who wore her hair in a bun and rose colored glasses, walked to my bed with a thermometer in her hand.
“How are you feeling now?” she asked me as she lowered her glasses to the tip of her nose.
“I feel a bit better,” I told her.
“Do you still feel nauseous?” she asked.
“Not really,” I responded.
“Are you sexually active?” she asked me. What was the reason for this questioning? I was not comfortable disclosing my sexual life to anyone. Now what answer would I give Nurse Tee was the real question. She smiled. “Don't worry, it’s confidential,” she responded.
I sighed.
