So you may remember a couple of weeks ago, when I blogged on Easter Day, that I said there were three worst days of the year to be ill on: Easter, Christmas, and your birthday.
Guess which has occured.
Yes, today I turned 16. I had finally got over the mental pain of being old, but only to have it replaced by actual, real pain.
My Dad and sister have been ill for a couple of weeks now. Luckily, I hadn't caught anything from them. That is, until yesterday, when I started to get a sore throat. But I get sore throats all the time, so it wasn't too bad.
I woke up this morning, feeling fine. I had a sore throat, but otherwise I felt very well and happy. However, when I went out to have a birthday meal with my family, I started feeling not so good. My body is very good at telling me when I am about to be ill, and during lunch it was starting to say "Hey, Charlotte. I know it's your birthday and all and the worst POSSIBLE time to get ill, what with all the stuff youv'e got to do in the next two months, but just to let you know, you're not just gonna get a sore throat. Ohh no. Soon you will start to feel sick and feverish. Happy Birthday."
And that's what happened.
I got home and opened presents, which was lovely, but felt really bad. So after my Mum went home, I watched 'The Incredible Hulk' (a present from my step sister) with my Dad, and then just sat on the sofa on my own all evening. It wasn't great. But ah well. It's only a birthday.
However, it did mean I couldn't go out and buy a lottery ticket like I was planning to, but it was ok because my Mum and one of my friends had each bought me one. Unfortunately, only one of my numbers came up. Ah well.
I shouldn't really be on here now, but I didn't want to miss a day before I'd even got to the end of April. Plus, I have to try to stay awake until I can take another antibiotic. Then I'm allowed to sleep.
So, hopefully, I'll be feeling better tomorrow.
Hello sixteen year old me.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment