Nov 06, 2006 01:13
Da dum da dum da dum
SO. Friday afternoon I ended up drinking some bad water, I think. I was sick for the remainder of school. Went home. Slept until 3:30. Then threw up. Laid on the couch from 4:00 to 9:30, slept in between those times, and went to bed. Late that night, my great grandfather, Charles Franklin, died. His services are on Monday.
Saturday, woke up, feeling a little better. Ate a big breakfast, which I came to regret. Got bad diahrrea about an hour before my race at PVIAC, and I couldn't go to the bathroom because of long lines. Disappointed, because she wasn't there. Ran the race, and I think I would have PR'd big time if I hadn't been sick. Ran a time of 19:23. Oh well. I had a tough season. After that, I watched Sam's race, and right after before he passed the finish line, I got the worst chills ever in my entire life. I barely made it back to my car without falling over. Went home. Went to the bathroom. Threw up. Laid on the couch from 4:00 to 7:00, then talked to her. Went to bed at 8:30.
Woke up feeling much better this morning (it's actually Monday right now, but I'm referring to Sunday.) No throw up or diahrrea today. Medicine merit badge. Football. Damn Patriots.
-Nicky