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 The Bad Day
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Thu Feb 17, 2011 1:41 pm

I like to call it a good day when I don't throw up in the middle of the school parking lot. You can call today one of my bad days.

I woke up this morning, earlier than usual, feeling sick to my stomach. I went to the bathroom, hoping that would make me feel better. Not surprisingly, it didn't. When my dad put a bowl of cream of wheat in front of me, I felt worse than before. I poked it with my spoon and stared off into the distance. Suddenly, I started coughing. It was the kind of coughing that lets you know that something is coming up your throat and needs to get out. I ran to the bathroom and leaned over the toilet bowl. I threw up some stuff that looked like brown spit. It floated around in the water, begging to be flushed and sent to the sewer.

I was soon back in the living room and at the brown wood table. My plastic bowl was still there. I managed to eat a couple of spoonfuls. I was feeling better than before. My stomach was still growling at me. It felt like tiny people were throwing rocks into my stomach, wanting me to be sick. I sighed and brought my bowl, still full of cream of wheat, to the kitchen counter. I brushed my teeth and continued my morning ritual, getting dressed. As I walked into my room, it felt like someone was throwing boulders in my stomach. I started coughing. Still in my flannel pajamas, I ran to the bathroom and threw up what I was sure was cream of wheat. I lasted a little while in the bathroom, just in case I threw up again. That time, I was pretty sure I would be okay. I didn't feel wonderful, but not terrible, either. I got dressed, and soon walked out the door with my dad.

We walked to the school. I still felt pretty gross. My feet just continued following my dad's, overpowering my body. If I wanted to run into the street and dance a polka, I couldn't. My feet kept on walking, kind of like the Energizer Bunny. I tried to stop, just to see if it would work, but I couldn't. I guess my feet were determined to show me that I could make it to the school without throwing up in the middle of the street. You could say that I did, because I kind of did. We just crossed the cross walk, and suddenly I started coughing. "Are you okay?" my dad asks. I tell him yes, even though, no, I was not okay. I threw up in the school parking lot. I felt so embarrassed, hoping no one would see me and my spit-barf, now, on the grass. So, then we turned back home.

My dad talked with Iris, the crossing guard, for a couple seconds. Then we walked back home. Suddenly, my feet were in control again. They were burning up. I walked short, quick steps to cool them off. When we got back home, my dad called the school nurse. I watched The Mr. Men Show, threw up again, and took a nap. Being sick is not my favorite thing.




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Joined: Tue Dec 15, 2009 5:22 pm
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Tue Feb 22, 2011 7:46 pm
  Ewww...puking. ;( I hate puking. It's absolutely the worst sickness you can ever get, in my book.
                Everyone deserves to cry.
              "80% of girls at least age 12 have a boyfriend. If you are part of the 20% that doesn't have a boyfriend at least age 12, copy and paste this to your sign-off."
               "Everybody falls sometimes, gotta find the strength to rise..."
                        Kutless, "What Faith Can Do"
               -Teresa




 Re: The Bad Day
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Joined: Sun Aug 09, 2009 1:20 pm
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Fri Mar 04, 2011 7:46 pm


_TheLooker23_ wrote:
  Ewww...puking. ;( I hate puking. It's absolutely the worst sickness you can ever get, in my book.
                Everyone deserves to cry.
              "80% of girls at least age 12 have a boyfriend. If you are part of the 20% that doesn't have a boyfriend at least age 12, copy and paste this to your sign-off."
               "Everybody falls sometimes, gotta find the strength to rise..."
                        Kutless, "What Faith Can Do"
               -Teresa



What about Cancer? That sounds pretty bad.



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Joined: Thu Jul 21, 2011 11:12 am
Posts: 6
Thu Jul 21, 2011 11:32 am
Yeah,a couple months ago I got sick like that.No school.No ''RAH!'' about staying home...Uck.
 
~Sarah
 
 
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Joined: Tue Apr 24, 2012 11:48 pm
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Sun May 27, 2012 12:06 am
I GOT IN TROUBLE FOR THROWING A BOYS BOOK IN A SWEAR .



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