Wangst, wangst, wangst...

I have not been this sick in a really long time. It's like- if I caught this flu a hundred years ago, I would die from it. It doesn't help that I don't get any sympathy. When asking my mom for painkillers because, hey, I'm in too much pain to walk straight and I just lost my voice, the caring, parental reaction I got was: "Well, don't come near me then. I can't afford to get sick right now. If I get sick, you're not getting your iPOD."

Gee, thanks mom. Now- I do love my mom because she came up and apologized a few minutes later, but she was still all like: "Well, I just have a lot of complicated thoughts about you being sick. Especially since you don't know where you got it. How is this going to affect your grading if you miss school tommorow?"

HELLO MOM. I WANT TO PASS HIGH SCHOOL. I WOULD LIKE VERY MUCH TO GO TO SCHOOL TOMMOROW AND I WILL UNLESS I AM ON MY DEATHBED. And she just seems to think that me being ill is somehow *my* fault just because I don't know where I got it from.

Y'know, I wish I knew what it was that made me so much more prone to illness than other people my age, but I don't. And it's not like I expect to be waited on hand and foot- I can take care of myself, thank you very much. I just don't want to be treated like someone with ebloa virus and then get punished when the virus spreads through the drinking water.

I'm not fishing for sympathy here or anything. In fact, I do believe that I'm being a little erratic in my irritation. I just want to rant this all out so that I'm not snarky at my mother when and if she brings me cola. Like she promised to. Six hours ago.



Sorry, please return to your regularily schedueled life.