under the weather

Yesterday, I woke up and for the first time in two weeks, felt great. The last two weeks I had been all stuffed up from a cold, and rejoiced as I thought. “Hey, I guess I’ve cleared up” So I hopped out of bed, took a shower, got ready, and headed off to school. First and Second period were reasonable, I was effusive in History and manic in Spanish. I just had a diffuse headache that I barely noticed. At the time I thought it was just because I hadn’t gotten my habitual amount of sleep the night before. So, I thought nothing of it and I just went on, feeling fine, with no complaints. When 8th period came along finally, Tiffanie and I were walking to math, then that’s when my stomach began to hurt. I once again shrugged it off, thinking it was just my nerves from the last period’s Physics test. As I sat in math, I still had the headache and stomachache, but really didn’t let it get to me, I did notice though, that my headache had intensified. Tiffanie offered me an Tylenol and I turned it down thinking I didn’t need it that bad and that It would go away. Afterward, I was getting really tired for some reason. I grabbed a drink and that seemed to revive me, so I finished math with once again, no complaints, and I was ready for football practice. In the halls after everyone had cleared out, I chatted with Alex for awhile and I felt fine, but when I sauntered out of the door to where the busses were pulling up. The sun got to me, I squinted as the unexpected pain in my head augmented. I just had an all over unpleasant feeling. I shook it off and walked down to the locker rooms.
Then, with my head throbbing, I hauled some shit up to the football field for practice. That’s when my energy began to deplete. As I finally managed to pull myself up the hill. Something hit me, I don’t know what happened, but I was drained of all energy. It was, to some extent, scary, I thought I was going to faint. My knees got weak, and I just kind of collapsed onto the blanket. I sat there, for a while, extremely confused about the sudden energy drainage. Where had come from? Why did it come to pass? I blamed it on the previous nights sleep shortage and tried to ignore it. I kind of hinted to Rebecca and Candace I wasn’t feeling good, but refrained, as I didn‘t want them to feel obligated to drive me home or something. Then, my little sister called me on Sam’s cell. She asked when practice was over and that mom and her were sitting in the parking lot. Foolishly, I didn’t really bother to mention I felt bad. I waved at her and told her to just go on home, because I had a ride with Sam‘s mom. Then after she pulled out, I had a feeling in my stomach that I should probably go home, but I was thinking I was fine and I didn’t want to leave the job early. So, Jason Kingma, Sam, and I just talked for a while. Then, that’s when practice turned to torment for me. Everything hurt. Moving hurt, laughing hurt, standing hurt. It was really weird. When someone brushed up against me as I was talking, I shuddered. It was a really weird feeling. It hurt. So, testing this feeling, I ran my fingers lightly along my arm, and bizarrely, it felt bruised. That’s when and came to my senses and realized “Oh, shit, I’m sick.” Sam felt my forehead and noticed I was warm. I just got weaker, and I laid down on the blankets. I then felt extremely chilly, even when I had a blanket around me. I was on the verge of crying when I notice I could barely get up. Candace said she would take me home early because, I didn’t look to good and she could use me as a liable excuse to get out of there. So Sam and I asked if the other would be okay cleaning up by themselves today. They said okay. Then Candace asked if I would be okay if we were to leave in about fifteen minutes, instead of immediately because she didn’t want to leave too early. I agreed and after fifteen minutes, she increased it about twenty more minutes because she was talking with some people. I didn’t want to ruin her fun, so I just agreed and tried to hold on to reality. That’s when I became Closter phobic with another manager who was crowding me, and ended up complaining. (I recollect saying “How is it every time I try and lay down, someone’s ass always ends up in my face”) I guess they didn’t comprehend the fact that I was serious. So I got annoyed and slowly pulled myself to my feet, walked to another location, sat down, crossed my legs, held my head in my hands, and rocked. Being very irritable at the time, the grass was extremely uncomfortable, so I stood up and just paced, shivering, in a trance. Sam got worried and asked me if I was okay. I managed to nod. Candace then turned and realized I looked like hell, and finally, only 15 minutes early, got me out of there. Sam wanted to make a quick stop at Mickey Ds. I was laughing madly along with Sam and Candace as we tormented the Mc Donald‘s drive through people, but I still felt like shit. I was in a good mood, but felt almost dead. It was really weird. So when I finally got home, at a little after six, I slowly made my way from Candace’s car to my house. When I got there, I told mom I was feeling bad and took my temperature. I had a fever of almost 103. I would have hit myself if I had enough energy, I knew this was self inflicted, I hadn’t really been taking care of myself lately. Mom also began to lecture me on how she tried to stop me from being so busy, but, noticing that wasn’t the right time to discuss this, she stopped. She made me some orange juice, I took some ibuprofen and went to my room. I put my “AIR" and "Explosions in the Sky” CDs in my player and I was out as soon as I got under the covers. When I woke up, it was dark. Being hungry, I was disappointed, thinking I had missed dinner, but when I looked up, I saw that it was only 7, and that I was only asleep for about an hour. I didn’t feel as hot, but now, I was all wet and sweaty. I took off the covers and immediately was cold. I went in to see mom forgot about fixing food. (This happens when dad is gone on his hunting trips, so I was kind of expecting this) She fixed me some soup. Afterwards, I took my temp to see that it broke and was now down to 100. Then, mom told me I was staying home the next day, so I went to sleep and got to sleep in. So here I am, typing this extremely long post, wrapped in a blanket, after a nice relaxing day of sketching, listening to music, and writing . Tis a shame I had to miss school. (after all, it is my favorite activity…right after banging my head against the table until I pass out)

And there you have it…a day in the life of Nikki Swank
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