Dear Mother! I Have A Confession!

I have been very unproductive, as of late. Quite honestly, I wasted a week at home, with a stomach flu that completely ruined my calendar. I never intended to have a date with the flu--or eleven of them, completely erasing two weeks from my schedule. Fantastic. I smell like the hospital now.
It all started on Tuesday evening. Mom commented on how some bottles of juice were being ignored, and were growing old in the fridge. Growing up, the family motto was "never waste food", so naturally, I took the liberty of opening a bottle and drinking it halfway.

My stomach starts to hurt. But I got by. I blamed the juice, but carried on the next day.

Cue sunrise, Wednesday morning.

On Wednesday, Thursday AND Friday, I have all sorts of these digestive problems. It either went up or went down, but who cares? It was irregular, so that's just what I'll say.

Fast Forward = Saturday.

On Saturday, I had to go to a workshop at school. I spent the entire week persuading my mother to allow me to go. She argued that I could only go if I wasn't sick. So my mother gave me some medicine, to stop the irregularity and the stomach pains.

I'd have to say, it worked.

It worked a little too well.

Later on, the pain returned, fade out to Monday for it. We went to the doctor's, and yes! She said that I shouldn't have taken the medication, because the irregularity was the body's natural counter-attack towards a horrible army of bacteria and viruses.

I apparently had the intestinal flu, and we made it worse.

And then I vomited in the hospital, saying goodbye to a Cafe Au Lait and a BLT Ciabatta which I had for lunch earlier on.

Wind the clock to Tuesday morning, I was rushed to the E.R. for the same reason. I had my ultrasound taken (and guess what? I'm not pregnant!) and we found out that the cyst inside my ovaries from last summer had either returned, or never really left in the first place. Fantastic.

Mark the calendar for another Wednesday, it's been a week. Count it. I was already in my uniform that morning, thinking I was okay and ready for school. And then I ran to hug the toilet and hurl.

So much for an optimistic spirit.

Thursday, Friday and Saturday. My mom and I decided not to try, instead. For one thing, there were barely any classes on those three days, and they were mostly filled with events.

Sick people + School Programs =/= happiness.

Trust me when I say that they do not mix.