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Being sick is not fun. Which is what I currently am.
Its some form of the flu, I think, which set upon me without warning late last night. I spent the whole day indoors as I wasn’t much in the mood for doing anything and didn’t really feel good or bad, but once I went to bed it leaped out of the shadows and kicked me in the head. To start with, I was freezing, my teeth were chattering, my whole body was shaking from the cold, and this was with me wearing pants, two t-shirts and socks. I became convinced during all this that I was going to die and I remember trying to force my phone on into my sister’s hand and begging her to call two friends to let them know. That sucked.
The next clear thing I remember is waking up in my sister’s bed, which would be about half an hour ago. No one was at home, which freaked me out. I have vague memories of my gut clenching and babbling on to her about something… The smell from my room said it all, there was vomit everywhere. Right now I feel like crap, my whole body feels like a group of people took turns beating it. I could barely down a glass of water without trying to retch. Bleh.