sick

i'm sick. can you believe it? i'm running a fever of 101.2 and i'm coughing up my lungs. my throat hurts so bad from the coughing and it hurts to breathe. i woke up about 400 times in the night either to cough, or i woke up coughing. after i would finish coughing, i would be shaking as though i were laying in the snow, even though i was covered in like 9 blankets, wearing 2 hoodies, and fleece pants. i didn't feel cold, but my teeth were chattering and i couldn't sleep from the convulsions i was having. finally. i got sick of waking up again and again and i tried to stand. i had barely gotten to my feet when i fell over. when i stood up again, i couldn't keep my balance and i had to grab onto things to keep myself standing. when i got to the hallway, i put a hand on either wall and kept going even though spots flew through my eyes and i couldn't see and i nearly fell again. i finally made it to the top of the stairs and sat down on the top step, listening to my quick, short, painful breathing. i had to take each of the 14 steps one at a time on my butt. im surprised i didn't wake anyone up at 6:30 in the morning. i crawled down the hallway to the bathroom and used the sink to help myself up, searching the medicine cabinet for the themometer, a difficult task in the dark. finally i found it and stumbled my way over to the switch, flipping on the light that burned my eyes and made my head pound. i sank to the floor and breathed slowly, trying to stop my racing heart from bursting through my chest. the themometer seemed to take ages but finally it beeped and the small screen read: 101.2

just great right? not only did i have body racking cough, a serious headache, a racing heart, a sore throat, a pain in my side, the shakes, and trouble breathing, but now i had a fever too. i contemplated if i should wake mom up or not, decided against it, and crawled down the hall to the living room, slid the board out of place, crawled through and replaced it. it took me around 10 minutes to make that whole 20 feet. pretty sad huh? anyway, i got to the couch and curled up on it under the fleece blankets and wool blanket and waited for mom to get up. she'd have to get up soon. she just had to.

it was 7:30 when she finally flipped the light on and noticed me on the couch. trying to breathe, i whispered, "i can't go to the mall with cierra today..."
"why?"
"i'm running a fever of 101..."
"aw. baby. did you take some medicine?"
"no..."

so then she drugged me and i went back into that half sleep state i'd been in since the first round of coughing and shaking woke me at midnight...

so now the pills are wearing off and im coughing and shaking again.

thank you charlie for making me sick.

i hope you love hearing that i'm miserable.