Welcome to the Sick Fort

I am sick and I stayed home from school. But not only am I sick today, but every weekend moment was ruined by a sick too stealth and evil to hit during the school week. Instead, it snuck up on my precious weekend time of respite and smashed all hope of rest and relaxation and fun and joy and happiness to pieces.

But not only am I sick, but Carmen is sick, too. My sweet little roommate, Carmen. We have two different things and are cycling through various stages at different points. Saturday morning I was dizzy and glued (not literally) to my bed. She went to the store for me. I sat in my bed and cried because I felt so sick. Its true. I am a big wimp. I hid under the covers. But then... OH THEN... Carmen hit the wall. Literally.

I had gone to bed at 5 pm (perfectly normal, right?) and I guess she had done the same. I woke up around 9:30 and read for a while. All of a sudden I heard a crash. I decided to ignore it. I could take care of a crash in the morning. Except that that crash was none other than sweet and wonderful Carmen! I heard "Hannah..." and there was my poor little friend passed out in the hall by the kitchen clutching a roll of toilet paper (?). I was sick, so was she. I tried to hoist her up but she was all passed out and crap and I was none too good. I pretty much dragged her to her room and shoved her up onto her bed. Then, I started trying to think of nurses and doctors to call. I was a little ridiculous and I had started to cry because somehow I had convinced myself that she was dying! I kept telling her to stay wake... "don't go to sleep, Carmen" And she looked real sick. Yesterday, she said she wondered why I kept saying that like an idiot. I called Sara, but then realized it was very late there and hung up. I looked at Carmen and she did not look pretty, but she was OK. I decided to just hang out for a while so I could stop being such a wimp and make sure she was OK.

And now here we sit. Too sick girls. I have built the sick fort of days of yore. We have moved the end table so we don't have to move to reach our drinks. We went to the store and stocked up on coke and soup and juice and bagels. And I just got two new magazines. It is just like when I was little except now I have WiFi. Long ago, my mom would build me a sick fort in the basement on days home from school... I would fake sick for DAYS to stay in that fort full of teen magazines and disney movies and M & Ms. My mom was a real sucker for my sick face or she just liked having me around. Sadly, it is a lot different when you are a grown up because then you have to take care of yourself and your ROOMMATE (Carmen) won't let you eat any cheese because it is bad for colds and flu.