Looking at herself. Yes, of course everybody knows that Medusa turned herself into stone when she looked in the mirror, so, this was obviously her worst nightmare.
Last Monday, I found myself coughing a bit. The next day I felt weak, but still went to school, still coughing. The next day I didn't feel any better, so I told my mother. I had a small chest cold, but I wasn't feeling good either way. Now, knowing me, it's not me to just walk up to my mother and say "I'm not feeling well." I don't do that, because no matter if I'm feeling well or not, I am always happy. Though this time, it had to be confessed, and this brought shock to my mothers face. For in the past, it's either I don't tell her, or while I'm puking in the toilet, I would say "I'm okay mother, really, I'm okay." even though I really wasn't. So if I tell my mother if I'm not feeling well, that is not a good thing.
Even though I had told my mom, I was still expecting to go to school the next day.
I never did.
I missed Thursday and Friday of last week, which is a bad reputation on my end. I have never missed school like that since like... 1st grade! I just don't get that sick! I was hoping to go to school for Friday, for I had a playing test for Orchestra, but you know what? I missed it. Saturday, I was Semi-miserable, so I went to a play to watch my sister and baby niece dance. I didn't think it would be very bad because we are sitting there, not moving around. I was miserable as heck that night.
Here's where Medusa comes in. Feverish and coughing my lungs out, I had gone to the bathroom in the middle of the night to find my pale looking self in the mirror.
I looked like Medusa.
My hair, having not been washed for several days, looked like dreadlocks; not only that, from rolling and moving around in my sleep, my hair stood up on it's end like a duck tail, thus the Medusa hair. With the hair, the dark bags under my eyes, and the pale, sick looking face, I felt like I was going to turn into stone and never return into my normal, miserable form.
Sunday I was worse, puking, coughing, shivering, sweating, and breathing hard, I did not have a good rest that day. Monday, I was getting better, still didn't go to school, but I was doing better than Sunday, so I went to an after school thing for a few minutes. I got worse later that day because I went. That after school thing was intended so I could participate in my Drama classes Comedy night the next day. I never ended up going to that because I have been stuck in my bed. That was in fact today, that comedy thing, I was hoping to go to it and I never did. It makes me sad. :( I am doing better today though, I wish to go to school tomorrow hopefully, I have missed too many days of school and I've had too long of misery, I shall not have it any longer. I was able to type up this story, I was able to actual eat something and not puke it up (I'm knocking on wood quick), and I was able to walk around a bit before losing my balance and collapsing to the ground. I'm good, I'm on a role! Goal of the day: GET BETTER NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Last Monday, I found myself coughing a bit. The next day I felt weak, but still went to school, still coughing. The next day I didn't feel any better, so I told my mother. I had a small chest cold, but I wasn't feeling good either way. Now, knowing me, it's not me to just walk up to my mother and say "I'm not feeling well." I don't do that, because no matter if I'm feeling well or not, I am always happy. Though this time, it had to be confessed, and this brought shock to my mothers face. For in the past, it's either I don't tell her, or while I'm puking in the toilet, I would say "I'm okay mother, really, I'm okay." even though I really wasn't. So if I tell my mother if I'm not feeling well, that is not a good thing.
Even though I had told my mom, I was still expecting to go to school the next day.
I never did.
I missed Thursday and Friday of last week, which is a bad reputation on my end. I have never missed school like that since like... 1st grade! I just don't get that sick! I was hoping to go to school for Friday, for I had a playing test for Orchestra, but you know what? I missed it. Saturday, I was Semi-miserable, so I went to a play to watch my sister and baby niece dance. I didn't think it would be very bad because we are sitting there, not moving around. I was miserable as heck that night.
Here's where Medusa comes in. Feverish and coughing my lungs out, I had gone to the bathroom in the middle of the night to find my pale looking self in the mirror.
I looked like Medusa.
My hair, having not been washed for several days, looked like dreadlocks; not only that, from rolling and moving around in my sleep, my hair stood up on it's end like a duck tail, thus the Medusa hair. With the hair, the dark bags under my eyes, and the pale, sick looking face, I felt like I was going to turn into stone and never return into my normal, miserable form.
Sunday I was worse, puking, coughing, shivering, sweating, and breathing hard, I did not have a good rest that day. Monday, I was getting better, still didn't go to school, but I was doing better than Sunday, so I went to an after school thing for a few minutes. I got worse later that day because I went. That after school thing was intended so I could participate in my Drama classes Comedy night the next day. I never ended up going to that because I have been stuck in my bed. That was in fact today, that comedy thing, I was hoping to go to it and I never did. It makes me sad. :( I am doing better today though, I wish to go to school tomorrow hopefully, I have missed too many days of school and I've had too long of misery, I shall not have it any longer. I was able to type up this story, I was able to actual eat something and not puke it up (I'm knocking on wood quick), and I was able to walk around a bit before losing my balance and collapsing to the ground. I'm good, I'm on a role! Goal of the day: GET BETTER NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!