So Sick

After struggling heroically to get myself to school (and arriving late), I realized after an hour and a half that I had to come home. My sour stomach from last night has worsened. I've been on the verge of throwing up or losing my guts out my arse all day. I was afraid for a bit that I wouldn't make it home, but would fall over on my bicycle in the middle of the street. But I made it, and I even managed to make it up the stairs and into bed.

All I've had to eat today were three mandarine oranges and a mini-cup of applesauce. The thought and smell of food makes me want to puke violently. My head hurts, my stomach gets sharp pains, and all of my muscles are conspiring to squeeze me to death. If I'd been able to spend the whole day working at school today and tomorrow, I would easily have gotten all my homework done for assessments. As it stands, I doubt I'll be able to finish any more in time for Thursday. How many extensions can the instructors give me before they decide to flunk my sick ass? I guess I'll find out.

I was really looking forward to kung fu tonight. Some perverse god up there is determined to keep me out of martial arts, though. I know this must be true. I just hope I can move enough to teach my dance class tomorrow night. It's the first class of the section, so there should be brand-new people there. That means I can't just tell people what to do. I'll have to demonstrate to them, too. Argh.