timeless
I feel horrible. No I feel worse than horrible. We all ended up going to Mike's party on Friday night, and got kinda drunk. Drama happened, of course, and all but two of the girls (me and Elena) went to bed crying or really upset.
Saturday morning I wake up with swollen tonsils, unable to breathe. Symptoms were steady and unchanging so I figured I could ride out the sickness. Everyone, including my mom, was hounding me to go get them looked at. I thought I was fine. No, I WAS FINE!
Sunday night ... not so much. Apparently I can't keep foods in my stomach now and it still hurts in my chest to breathe. Things better shape up fast because I honestly don't have time to be this sick. I don't GET this sick, so why the hell is is happening now?!
Saturday morning I wake up with swollen tonsils, unable to breathe. Symptoms were steady and unchanging so I figured I could ride out the sickness. Everyone, including my mom, was hounding me to go get them looked at. I thought I was fine. No, I WAS FINE!
Sunday night ... not so much. Apparently I can't keep foods in my stomach now and it still hurts in my chest to breathe. Things better shape up fast because I honestly don't have time to be this sick. I don't GET this sick, so why the hell is is happening now?!