Of plastic bags and tea.
Sometimes you read things that tell you way too much information about a certain experience, and this will be one of those entries. So, if you don't want to hear about migraines, puking in the car, and missing classes, I suggest you stop reading right... here.
Or here.
So basically I woke up with a headache that soon grew worse and worse through my classes, until I was utterly convinced that I would either pass out and throw up, or throw up and pass out.
Only one of those things ended up happening.
So I weathered through my Shakespeare class, went to the lounge where I hoped I could just sit in an armchair and sleep it off.
Didn't work.
I ended up calling my mom to come and save me, which she did, being the amazing woman that she is. The car ride home was silent, seeing as I was concentrating on applying pressure to my head and not throwing up.
Well, just a few blocks away from my house, that Dollar Tree bag came in quite handy. It would have been even cooler if it didn't have a small hole in the bottom. But, having drank tulsi sweet rose tea made things a little better, I suppose.
I got home, threw out the magical bag of fun, cleaned myself up and proceeded to go right to sleep for hours, until I woke up and realized I'd slept through the beginning of my last class.
There went that.
Fun wow times, yes? :D
That was basically my day. It's... not an exciting story, but I felt the need to write about it, seeing as it doesn't happen every day, now, does it?
Or here.
So basically I woke up with a headache that soon grew worse and worse through my classes, until I was utterly convinced that I would either pass out and throw up, or throw up and pass out.
Only one of those things ended up happening.
So I weathered through my Shakespeare class, went to the lounge where I hoped I could just sit in an armchair and sleep it off.
Didn't work.
I ended up calling my mom to come and save me, which she did, being the amazing woman that she is. The car ride home was silent, seeing as I was concentrating on applying pressure to my head and not throwing up.
Well, just a few blocks away from my house, that Dollar Tree bag came in quite handy. It would have been even cooler if it didn't have a small hole in the bottom. But, having drank tulsi sweet rose tea made things a little better, I suppose.
I got home, threw out the magical bag of fun, cleaned myself up and proceeded to go right to sleep for hours, until I woke up and realized I'd slept through the beginning of my last class.
There went that.
Fun wow times, yes? :D
That was basically my day. It's... not an exciting story, but I felt the need to write about it, seeing as it doesn't happen every day, now, does it?