A leak in the roof.

I became very sick on thursday and I blame my orthodontics nurse. When they put in my herbst ( a torture device they call an "aiding appliance") it tasted absolutely disgusting. When I said this to my nurse, you know what she said? "Oh yeah. You can wash your mouth out. I had to cleanse it in some chemicals before I put it on."
What kind of chemicals was she talking about? I didn't think much of it at first, but by 6th period Social Studies I became very cold and sleepy. And it really didn't help that my teacher Mrs.B is an extremely veiny person who has veins like worms and I'm guessing arteries like an elephant. Just looking at her arms and legs (she always wears short sleeves and skirts) I get nauseated. So you can probably just imagine how I looked in the class that day.
My ortho nurse also said that the tenderness in my mouth might conclude after about one week. ONE WEEK! Mom packed my lunch with absolutely no drinks or liquid sandwiches, so I was a very d'pressed person.
I still had one more period left and it was none other than french. MRa always picks on me to talk to him in french sentences so it went about like this:

MRa: Okay state three positive statements about yourself and three negative. H2?
H2: ummmm...je suis dans une grande famille. Je suis tres bonne a la maison. Je suis tres fatigue de francais. uggghh.
MRa: okay okay, we'll just start our pretest then.

During the pretest he went over to the sink, washing his hands, and flew water all over me and my test.
"oh dear, is the cieling leaking again? I need to get that fixed"
" I don't care just as long as it ruins my test"



And even today I am very sick I go through hot spells, cold spells, throat sores, headaches, and every once in a while I want to puke. Strangley though, I randomly feel extremely healthy for about an hour and get up off the couch and try to make it worth my time. If I had a hot air balloon my "healthy hour" would probably be pretty interesting, but sadly I usually just use the bathroom and eat food. Sad isn't it? Chocolate shakes make me feel pretty good too. Mom keeps forcing ibuprofen on me too. Usually I'M the one asking for more.
Anways, that's my weekend story. Don't even comment on how pathetic my life is. I already know.