I can't talk for shit. Apparently I have a "worried" expression on my face because everyone keeps giving me hugs and asking what I'm worried about.
I HATE BEING SICK.
I don't do sick well. I don't do helpless well. I can handle a little sniffle, even if it lasts 3 months. But I can't handle this.
I'm exhausted. I tried to carry two sets of escape stairs (small, 3-step, 2 foot wide by 2 foot high stairs made of 2x4 and plywood) down a hall way, and afterward I felt like I was going to pass out. Arg.
Then I come home to mommy saying "I wish you didn't have to go to a doctor's appointment tonight. We're all going out for dinner!"
Blah, whatever. I'm feeling too sick to care.
Now I'm going to sleep for an hour before I have to go to said doctor's appointment, then come home and probably sleep some more. Screw homework!