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Friday, December 03, 2004
A Case of Careful-What-You-Wish-For "I really hope that I somehow contract mono or pneumonia or at the very least a really bad flu. I want a good week to spend in bed watching movies and sleeping, but I need a real, legitimate reason to do so, because I am a guilt-tripper like that. So I am keeping my fingers crossed and making sick people breathe on me. It really is a shame that my white blood cells kick ass." -Sunday, November 27, 2004. Yesterday I woke up really sick...my throat hurt so badly, and my body ached and it was all really awful and relieving at the same time. I was at my aunts in the city, as I had dancing the night before, so I phoned my mom and she immediately sent my dad to come and get me (acctually, the transportation was a bit more complicated than that but I don't feel like explaining it and the point is, I went home.) Our first stop was the doctors office, where the doctor tried to convince me to become a doctor myself for the first 10 minutes of our visit ("There's not much money in being a journalist," he told me, "But there's LOTS of money in being a doctor. GOOD money. Besides, when you become a doctor you can write a medical journal and get the best of both worlds. And it's dangerous being a journalist. You'll have to go to war zones."), and then perscribed me some nifty medication and sent me on my way. My dad decided to keep me home for the next two days (he thinks I'm sick because I'm too stressed and sleep-deprived) which I protested at first but then gave in to...I feel really bad about missing school (I'm weird like that) but all in all it's nice to have some days off. Apparently my white blood cells aren't the karate-chopping ninja's that I thought they were...but I'm not disappointed. Hailey spazzed at 5:13:00 p.m. ***
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