Grumble
So, it's a Friday night... and I'm stuck at home in my PJs, sucking on Ricola throat drops while desperately wishing I was not sick. I'm missing seeing Libby and other happy people. I'm missing seeing Justin all dressed up (full makeup too) in full goth garb (I know... I'd probably flirt like crazy). Hopefully momma'll let me go to Dania's tomorrow, then head over to Mike's after.
Last night was horrible. I took a hot bath (it's been a while!) then lay in bed to read for awhile. I called Justin around 9ish to talk. His phone died after twenty minutes though, and he told me to get my sick ass in bed. So, I got under the covers and shut my eyes. Well, I was shivering, shaking, trembling. I had to keep moving in some forms to not freeze into an icicle (while having a wonderfuly high fever, I'm sure of that). I did fall asleep quite quickly though. My whole body just shut down into a deep, fever induced sleep. Also had some fever induced dreams - the freaky kind you can never remember. I woke up around 5am feeling way less feverish. Good enough to kick the covers off for a few minutes because I was sweating a bit. But the throat was still sore.
I toughed out another day of school. I promised myself that if I wasn't feeling OK by lunch, I'd call mom and metro home. But I toughed the whole day out. Yup, that's me. A tough 'ol cookie. (Don't believe me?! I've missed one school day in my whole high school life... OOH).
But I did tell mom my throat hurt. Yeah, I know. A little late... the horrid fever has passed. But yeah. She looked at it, made a face and said "oh Rachel..." And I was like "NOOOOOOOO!" Exciting, yes? Michelle thinks my coughs are depressing - weak little coughs. It's hurts to cough! And sneeze. And those friggin hick ups! Got them FOUR times today. GAR.
Well, going to either kill my brain with some Third Watch or head off to bed. Night y'all!