12/23/03

It’s good to be free…hahahaha

Last day of school before vacation…oh man that’s hot.  Actually not for me because of the fact I’m sick and went home from school.  I had two damn tests today…what is that?  Is that the school’s idea of some twisted Christmas present?  Oh well…I missed them anyway. 

I wasn’t feeling all that well last night; I had the generic cold symptoms that I usually have, besides the cough.  I felt alright this morning too, but it hit me all of a sudden second period when i definitely felt like crap.   Third period…even worse.  I went to the nurse, called my mom and sent me home.

I’ve always had this feeling like I get no sympathy from my mom when I’m sick.  My sister has stayed home from school way more than me this year, even for something totally liveable, like a cold.  Besides the fact that she has the lowest pain tolerance of anyone I know and that she can be really pathetic, she’s gets sick more than me anyway.  But GOD FORBID little miss Sarah would even MENTION the mere fact that she didn’t feel well and maybe wanted someone to do something about it.  No, that’s totally proposterous and out of the question.  I have a very high pain tolerance and have always dealt with sickness very well, so maybe that’s why my mom never seems to give a shit.  It actually feel guilty asking to stay home from school because I don’t feel well because of the grief my mother will give me.  I actually felt guilty having the nurse call my mom to pick me up from school today because I knew she would ask me if I even felt sick, which was the case when I got in the car. 

Mom: How are you feeling?

Me: Bad

Mom: Really?

Me: Why do you think they sent me home mom.

At this point, she starts bitching at me about having a god damn attitude.  Hmm, maybe the reason is because I’m ACTUALLY SICK?  Yeah we get home, I’m dying on the couch, and she was acutally civil enough to get me soup and stuff, which was a shock to me.  But, no, wait, that was just to lead up to the fact she would set me to work doing shit around the house while she went to the grocery store.  Needless to say I didn’t do them because I was SICK.  Anyway, later I was in tears because of the fact I felt incredibly bad and was starting to freeze to death.  I don’t even think she noticed though because she never said anything to me.  The I tell her I’m really cold, and she tells me to go check the thermostat. HAHAHA.  The last time my sister said she was cold, my mom told her gently to got take her temperature.  Anyway, I took my temperature and it was…99.3.  That’s high for me…I’m usually 97 point something.  Haha and then, just to get the point across to my mother, i went over to her and stuck the thermometer in her face just to show her.  After it took her a few minutes to comprehend that i was sick, she says, “You have a slight fever.”  No, “Oh, hunny, go lie down.”  Nothing.  I’m gonna love this god damn vacation.