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I guess this is my whine week.
I dunno. It seems like just one long bad day extended...
I wonder if I should even bother filling you in. You all are probably just sick of my bad news.
I tried to go to school today. Made it to 7-8 (or around 10:15 AM for those of you not on BHS time), and got the worst stomach cramps I've had in a lonnnng time. I mean, it brought tears to my eyes.
I was really reluctant to even call home because of what an inconvenience another sick day would be.
But I did. I missed my driving appointment set up during one of my study halls, and my mom is most likely going to have to pay for the missed time. We really don't need that expense...
And I missed Driver's Ed class today. Which means I'm most likely going to have to make it up.
Dad took me home crying, and I proceeded hovering over the toilet for 2 hours, praying that it would go away or it would just come up and be over with.
After he left, I threw up/ spit up stomach acid. Lovely, I know. My voice is hoarse now.
This is hell...and I hate to bitch...and I hate to whine. But my God, I'm at the edge of my rope. I'm so afraid that everyone is going to be mad at me and what an inconvenience I am...
I don't know if I can take being bitched at in the current state I'm in.
I'm sorry...
I dunno. It seems like just one long bad day extended...
I wonder if I should even bother filling you in. You all are probably just sick of my bad news.
I tried to go to school today. Made it to 7-8 (or around 10:15 AM for those of you not on BHS time), and got the worst stomach cramps I've had in a lonnnng time. I mean, it brought tears to my eyes.
I was really reluctant to even call home because of what an inconvenience another sick day would be.
But I did. I missed my driving appointment set up during one of my study halls, and my mom is most likely going to have to pay for the missed time. We really don't need that expense...
And I missed Driver's Ed class today. Which means I'm most likely going to have to make it up.
Dad took me home crying, and I proceeded hovering over the toilet for 2 hours, praying that it would go away or it would just come up and be over with.
After he left, I threw up/ spit up stomach acid. Lovely, I know. My voice is hoarse now.
This is hell...and I hate to bitch...and I hate to whine. But my God, I'm at the edge of my rope. I'm so afraid that everyone is going to be mad at me and what an inconvenience I am...
I don't know if I can take being bitched at in the current state I'm in.
I'm sorry...