Sicker Than a Dog
Written by Noel
I was one of those kids who kinda enjoyed getting sick because you got to miss school. Getting sick was a little bit like a paid vacation for me because I never really got anything that serious. A little lice and I got 3 days off!
But recently, I have changed my mind.
The last three illnesses I’ve had have been my worst right alongside chicken pox. I caught a terrible stomach bug about a year ago and threw up all over my friend’s bed at a sleepover. Then, after my father picked me up at 2:00am, I threw up 3 more times only making it in the bucket once.
Over this recent Christmas break I got my second stomach bug and a chance to lose my dinner two more times the day after Christmas.
Today, I am writing this post on the last day of my very worst illness.
Last Friday, I took a day off from school because I had a minor fever and felt terrible. That day I closed the curtains, turned on the TV, and laid 3 blankets over myself all the while muttering, “It’s freezing in here!” My dad had said that I would probably be better by Saturday and he took me out to lunch.
That night, my mom picked me up and basically told me that my forehead could fry an egg. She was pretty close, when we checked my temperature the thermometer beeped at me saying I was 200 degrees Fahrenheit. Of course it was wrong, and we used a different one after that and it told me I was 102 degrees.
After a night of barley 6 hours of sleep, I woke up barely able to walk. My mother found me on the toilet crying with a blanket on my head. I asked her to help me up and she popped the thermometer in my mouth for the 600th time. One-hundred and four degrees.
We rushed to my doctor’s appointment early and they diagnosed me with the flu and bronchitis.
I guess I should be more careful about what I wish for.
Oh, Noel you poor thing! I hope you feel better soon! By the way, you are an excellent writer. Much better than me, that’s for sure!