How sad. Tomorrow is the last competition for the LHS marching band. It was
to be the last time we could go out there and all together march our
wonderful show. It would be the last time we could march the show with our
seniors and most section leaders. And.right now I was sitting in bed
reading even though it was 5 0'clock pm. We had held sectionals at 3 on
this Friday and I had come home early because I was feeling dizzy and my
throat was starting to itch. I told our cow-crazed section leader and our
normal section leader that I had to go home. I packed my flute and called
home to get a ride. The cow-crazed section-leader told me to get some rest
and hopefully I'd feel better at the competition. When I got home, my mom
stuffed me down with a Zinc tablet and some icky medicine and told me to go
straight to bed. An hour later, she used the horrible thermometer on me.
Usually, when I wasn't sick, I enjoyed the thermometer because I'd try to
raise my temperature by breathing on it very hard, and dunking it in hot
water when my mom wasn't looking. Now I was too tired to care. I fell
asleep still holding the thermometer.
When I woke up, my mom was sitting next to me with a book in her hand. Usually, she didn't allow me to read books so I was wondering why she was handing my favorite one to me right then. I asked her what time it was and she said I had slept for only 30 minutes. Then I asked her what my temperature was. I was certain it was only 99 degrees. Tomorrow I'd be all better and ready for the competition. She stared at me and said I had a 102 degree temperature. I shouted (at least tried cause' my throat was still hurting) that it was impossible. I wasn't feeling that sick anyways. When I asked her if I could still go to the last mb competition. She shook her head and said NO WAY . argh. So I begged my mom and kept bugging her until she finally said we'll see in the morning. I made her promise that if I had a temperature less than 100, I'd get to go. Yipee! I was sure I'd be able to get my temperature down. I slept and missed dinner. I woke up at 11 with my mom shaking my arm and saying I had to take my medicine. So I took 3 yucky medicines. But I gulped it down this time instead of pouring it down the drain like I usually did. I wanted to get better.and fast. I only had 8 hours to meet the requirements of going. Falling back to sleep, I kept thinking that I had to get better. I just had to. It was the last competition and my last chance to perform with the whole 2002 season MB.
When I woke up, my mom was sitting next to me with a book in her hand. Usually, she didn't allow me to read books so I was wondering why she was handing my favorite one to me right then. I asked her what time it was and she said I had slept for only 30 minutes. Then I asked her what my temperature was. I was certain it was only 99 degrees. Tomorrow I'd be all better and ready for the competition. She stared at me and said I had a 102 degree temperature. I shouted (at least tried cause' my throat was still hurting) that it was impossible. I wasn't feeling that sick anyways. When I asked her if I could still go to the last mb competition. She shook her head and said NO WAY . argh. So I begged my mom and kept bugging her until she finally said we'll see in the morning. I made her promise that if I had a temperature less than 100, I'd get to go. Yipee! I was sure I'd be able to get my temperature down. I slept and missed dinner. I woke up at 11 with my mom shaking my arm and saying I had to take my medicine. So I took 3 yucky medicines. But I gulped it down this time instead of pouring it down the drain like I usually did. I wanted to get better.and fast. I only had 8 hours to meet the requirements of going. Falling back to sleep, I kept thinking that I had to get better. I just had to. It was the last competition and my last chance to perform with the whole 2002 season MB.