So, I’m not dead. I feel dead, but I’m not dead.
I’ve been hit hard by a stomach bug with a terrible sense of timing. I start my math class tomorrow, and I’m just praying that I’ll feel good enough to make it to school tomorrow. And, you know, not have to sit by the door. I’m to the point now where I’m hungry, but am afraid to eat.
The worst part is I can’t really complain about a night spent in the bathroom, because Mom had a trip to the emergency room yesterday. She’s okay, they got things taken care of, and she was able to make the two-hour trip back to her house after all was said and done.
So…I’m still here.