The Baby-Sitters Club belongs to Ann M. Martin
I was getting up for school. I was taking it slow. See, I have diabetes and at first, I thought it was making me tired. Yet, my blood sugar is normal. I felt fine at church yesterday. Glad I did my homework on Friday. I do it to have a free weekend.
I'm Mary Anne Spier. I'm 14 and a ninth grader at Stoneybrook High School.
At school, my best friend, Kayla, noticed I was drained in English.
"Is something wrong?" asked Kayla.
"I'm okay, but I'm feeling tired," I said.
"Is it your blood sugar?" asked Kayla.
I shooked my head. "I thought it was my blood sugar, but it's normal."
"That's odd," said Kayla.
"I know," I said.
"You look sweaty," said Kayla.
I raised my hand and said, "Can I go put some water on my face?"
"Sure," replied the teacher.
That's what I did. But it didn't help.
"I think she should see the nurse," suggested Kayla. "Something is wrong."
"I think so, too," said the teacher.
"Should I go with her?" asked Kayla.
"Good idea," agreed the teacher.
I was getting drained even more when we got up. In the nurse's office, she noticed I didn't look good.
"I was getting worried. She felt tired and she said it's not her blood sugar. She put water on her face because I noticed she was in sweat," said Kayla.
When she took my temperature, it was high. She called Dad, who was off, and told him.
"He's on his way, so you can go get her things to let her relax," said the nurse.
"Okay," said Kayla. "I'll let our teacher that Mary Anne's getting dismissed."
"Thanks," I said.
"Not a problem," said Kayla.
I didn't recall falling asleep because the nurse told me that Dad arrived. He probably thanked Kayla for taking care of me.
At home, I crawled into bed. Dad told me he's going to do errands.
I was getting weaker and had no energy. My throat was starting to hurt. When I got up, I noticed it was swollen. Now what? I didn't dare to take a pill because I'm having a hard time to swallow. I got up to drink some water.
Dad came back home. He noticed I was feeling worse.
"You don't look better," said Dad.
"My throat is bugging me," I said. "I noticed it's swollen."
"I made an appointment to have you checked and it's in an hour," said Dad.
"Good. I could've stayed home, but I felt fine at the time," I said.
"That's okay," said Dad.
An hour later, I was at the doctor's office.
"Is your blood sugar being messed up?" asked Dr. Willington.
"It's been fine," I told him.
He did a blood test.
"The results will be up in a few days or so. For now, I just want Mary Anne to stay in bed and get some rest," ordered the doctor.
"Okay," said Dad.
When we got back home, I went on the couch. I didn't had the strength to go lie on my bed.
"The girls are going to stay over for a week. They have a week off from babysitting their siblings. Their parents are going away for a business meeting," said Dad.
"Where will they stay? You don't want them to catch what I have," I said.
"You got a good point," said Dad. "I'll figure it out."
"I wonder if I stay down here and they can have my room while they're here," I said.
"That could work," said Dad.
The girls came home with Dawn.
"I'm going to let Mary Anne stay on the couch while you both be in her room for the week," said Dad.
"Okay," said Kaylee.
"How is she doing? I thought about her," said Kayla.
"Her throat was bugging her and noticed it was swollen. She felt worse. I took her to the doctor's. He took a blood test. We won't know about the results until for another few days. He told her he wants her to stay home from school and rest," explained Dad.
"I'm glad I helped her," said Kayla.
'Me, too," said Dad.
Meredith plans to sleep in Carlos' room when they talked about it a few hours later.