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Let's start at the beginning, which must have been Friday, yes, in fact, it WAS Friday! On Thursday...Oh shit, maybe it started on Thursday. I think it's affecting my brain. Well, I don't really think, but it appears so. Anyway, so Thursday I have gym class, and for the first time, stupid Kilgour makes us run some laps. We're supposed to run four laps, but the whole class runs three, and she doesn't notice. Now three laps is not a lot, right? But to me, that's like 10 miles. I just about die, I feel so pathetic. But I make it through, blah blah.

Next day, Friday. I come into school, everything's fine and dandy. Not one sign of sickness or soreness. Now the day progresses, and I start hurting more and more. By the end of the day I have some intense pain in my upper leg muscles. I almost couldn't walk! I make it home, where I collapse onto the couch, put on one of my dad's old Grateful Dead records cause I can't go get any CDs, and relax. But it doesn't stop there. Next I'm leaving to go to my dads, and there are no problems with that, but all night I can't do anything except sit around and groan. Every muscle in my body aches, especially my arms, legs, and back. This could not be from running a few laps. So I go to bed fairly early, a few aspirin in my stomach. I wake up, and I am not improved. I had hoped it would all be better in the morning, but no. Everything hates me and wants me to be miserable. I basically lay around all day, there's not much else I could do. I babysit at night, with a slight fever. But the people I babysit for don't realize I'm sick, luckily, so I get to sit and watch TV for a couple of hours and leave $20 richer. I make it home and stay up late, and watch SNL with host J-Lo, although I personally do not think she is a very good actress.

Sunday is when things start to change. I wake up early because I have to go to church, and I can hardly open my eyes. I feel like shit but I have to go because I am selling doughnuts after the service. I go to church and just kind lay on a couch the whole time and sell my doughnuts and leave. Then I go die on another couch at home. I make it home and discover I have a fever of 100. Now, that may not seem like a lot to you, but I do not usually get fevers, and so a fever of 100 is almost unheard of. Almost. Now, up until this point, I had thought that since the flu going around has a fever and I didn't, I didn't have the flu. But now I have a fever, so I have the flu. And it sucks. Sunday night I walk around wearing complete fleece and a blanket because although my house temperature is 65 degrees, my teeth are chattering. And my skin is really sensitive, so my clothes rubbing against me are very painful. I can't seem to warm myself up, so I have a bath, which was probably not what I needed. My bathtub, I forgot until I got in, is about 3 feet long. That's two feet shorter than me. I think that the last time I was in that bathtub I fit, but no longer will that work. So I freeze my buns off trying to get warm, take a shower and go to bed, cold and wet.

Sunday night was quite possibly the worst night I think I've ever experienced. I went to bed at 8:30, thoroughly exhausted from sitting around all day. Now, you'd think I would wake up and feel wonderful, all ready to go to school, right? WRONG.

I wake up at about 2:30 in the morning and I absolutely cannot fall back asleep. I wake up drenched in sweat, my bladder about to overflow. I go relieve myself, and find that my mom is still awake (it was very frightening, I really don't think she sleeps!) and then I try to go back to bed. I spend the rest of the night literally tossing and turning, I just can't get comfortable! I managed to sleep for about half an hour once, but I woke up dying and it was bad. I fall asleep a little bit until my alarm goes off and it is time to get up for school. The thermometer says I still have a fever, but I don't feel too bad to I go to school anyway. I have a pretty miserable day, and apparently anyone who looked at me could tell. I feel pretty sick and tired all day and my condition gets worse and improves numerous times. I come home and find my mom home, which ruins all my sit around and eat junk food plans, so I?do something, I can't remember at all.

The rest of the week I feel better slowly, but I develop a slight cough and runny nose. By Thursday my mom decides I am well enough to take the trip up to New Hampshire without risk of passing my flu on to my dying cousin. So we go, and I have a sore throat and runny nose, it's so bad we have to stop and buy me a box of tissues and a bag of lozenges. Then we have pockets for dinner, but that's another story?.

Anyway, I'm still not fully improved, and it's the next Thursday. My cold is lingering?haha that word reminds me of dingleberry?or maybe cranberry?.I don't know!