Memiores of a Swine/Mono/Sickness-Stricken Senior

So... today is day four of the height of my awkwardly long sickness. Two weeks ago, I ran to the nurse yelping because of an intense cramp-like pain all along my stomach area. I stayed home from school the next day, which I thought helped. Then I went to school the next day which wore me out and I came home and crashed again for another day. This happened on and off for two weeks and this past Monday, the cramping and the pain caused me to miss my cheer practice and come home, where I passed out on my bed for three hours and then woke up, only to work for two hours and pass out again for the rest of the night.

I've been home since then.

Although, I left my house once to go to the doctor, where they told me (after an almost-fainting-spell thanks to my tiny veins and blood tests) I definitely don't have swine flu, but I might have mono. Wait- what?! With almost half of the cast of my play (which includes lots of kissing and hugging) confined at home with "LA SWINE," how on EARTH would I have mono and NOT swine flu?

I put this sickness upon myself by doing WAY too many things these past few weeks. With Rising Stars (which I miss terribly), Homecoming, AND Cherry Orchard.... too much. Thank the lord CO was postponed a week...

So. Here I am. Wallowing in my misery with a bottle of Pepto Bismol pills (can't stomach liquids), a gallon jug of water, my pink snuggie, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, a thermometer, and my house phone next to me. I've missed loads of work, loads of rehearsal, and loads of social interaction.

I'm planning on writing an article for INFLUX entitled "Why the F(lu) has Chadwick not Closed Down Yet?!" With an overwhelming amount of seniors gone at Monday's assembly.... with 8/20 people in my math class on Monday... it makes no sense.

Well that's all for now. My Dad's off to London and I'm off to get through another chunk of this book before I video-chat rehearse for the Cherry Orchard. And after that? Sleep. The UC App. Cukoo's Nest. Art History. My Senior Page. Too much work...

Adieu.