Sick- a journal

Just my ramblings... Most of this is actually true.

Wednesday
In the morning I felt sick. Nauseated. Too afraid to leave my seat in the assembly. A beast was tearing its way through my body. It passed.

Thursday
Sick again. I leaned my head against his cool shoulder, he held my face, and it passed.

Friday
Again, sick. Only in the morning. You're pregnant, my friend said. Yeah, right. Me? Pregnant? I told him, we laughed it off, and he kissed me.

Saturday
I went to the doctor. Got medicine for allergies. That's right, ALLERGIES. Psh. But I took it, and that night the beast returned, clawing up to my throat, closing it. I couldn't breathe, gasped for air. It passed.

Sunday
Sick again. In bed, all day. Fogginess clouded my mind, washing out any thoughts.

Monday
Sick. Went to the doctor. You're getting better, he said. Of course.

Tuesdsay
Sick

Wednesday
Went to the doctor. Again. Checked for mono, for lyme disease. Nothing. Got more medicine.

Thursday
So drugged up I can't remember what happened. He said he sat by me for hours, holding me. And it passed. For good.