When I woke up on a Saturday morning, I felt really bad. I told my parents and they took my temperature and it was 37 Celsius. They told me to go lie on the couch and go to sleep. I tried to get to sleep, but it was hard because my head hurt so badly. After about 20 minutes I got to sleep. I woke up about an hour later and felt even worse than I had before taking the nap.
The sickness was still with me even after three days of medication. I was very mad about being sick because I couldn’t see my friends. Also, I had to do extra work when I got back to school. Sometimes when I felt like I could go to school something would stop me. It could be my temperature or it could just be that my parents told me to go to sleep so that I could be 100% before going back to school.
When I was sick I felt like I could not move. I felt like my whole body was stuck onto wherever I was on, like myself was part of the couch. Sometimes, when I would stand up to go to the kitchen table or something it would feel like I might fall down. Also, when I was sick I could barely eat any of the food I was given by my parents. I felt so bad and didn’t want to eat. I would force myself to eat because I wanted to feel better. I would eat things like peanut butter and crackers. I would drink water, but when I did it really hurt my throat. When I started to feel a little better, I started eating more things like bread.
When the fourth day started with me being sick I felt much better. I still felt like I was stuck to the couch, but I could force myself to stand up and walk a little. I had to sleep most of the day to get better. My dad would take my temperature about every 40 minutes to see if I was getting better. When I started to feel better I could read books and do stuff to become less bored. The days felt like they were going by so slowly because I was getting better and there was nothing to do. It was not fun at all.
On my fifth day of being out of school, I felt so good that I could jump. I wanted to go to school so badly, but I still had fever. My temperature was so close to being 100% that I did not want to do anything to make it go back up. I took one more dose of medication and I thought it would do it. I waited the whole day-- building Legos and sleeping for my parents to come home. When my parents finally got home they took my temperature and I was 100% and no fever. I when to sleep that night relieved because I felt great. The next morning I went to school and saw my friends again. Being sick is not fun!