Dear Diary : 2007-09-24

I woke up yesterday and had to run to the bathroom to puke. Just. Gross. I heaved until I couldn't and by then, I was crying and Mom was there holding my hair back and telling me it would be okay, just to go back to bed.

I rinsed my mouth out and stumbled back to bed, still crying.

I guess I fell asleep again, but when I woke up, it was just in time for Daddy to bring me a bowl of Mom's homemade chicken soup.

I hate being sick. The soup is great, but being sick is just horrible. So, I tried to read some manga that I hadn't gotten around to, but just couldn't seem to enjoy it, and fell back asleep.

The next time I woke up, it was dark outside already and Mom was just coming into my room to check on me. She sat on the side of the bed and said I was her, "poor little girl," and kissed my forehead to check and see if I still had a fever.

I did.

I didn't want to be alone and so asked her to sit with me for a bit, until I fell asleep again and she brushed my hair off of my face. She just held my hand and whispered the lullaby she used to sing to me when I was tiny.

When I woke up again, I was all sweaty, but felt better. I went and got some clean sheets, and a clean nightgown, then took a shower and went back to bed (after I changed it).

So I went to school -- why is it I never get sick on school days?!?

And then Gymnastics, which wasn't so bad but I was still a bit sore and got Daddy to rub my legs and shoulders again for me.