I wake up and it’s ten times harder to get up than any other day. I think “Well, maybe I’m just being lazy.”
So I get up and decide to take a shower, “Maybe I’ll feel better after a shower.” I finish my shower and still feel like shit.
So I decide to get dressed, “Maybe I’ll feel better after I am dressed.” I get dressed and still feel gross.
So I decide to eat, “Maybe I’ll feel better after I eat.” I go into the kitchen and just thinking about eating makes me want to vomit.
So I decide to do my hair and makeup, “Maybe I’ll feel better if I look better.” I look slightly better than before but it doesn’t make the slightest difference in how I feel.
First was denial. Maybe it’s all in my head.
Followed by acceptance. Ok, I might be sick.
Then anger. Why do I always have to be sick?
And then the nerves set in.
What do people think of me being home all the time? What am I going to miss?
How am I going to make it up? How many days am I going to miss?
Is there anything important I was supposed to do today? Is this going to last very long?
And by the end I’m such a mess of nerves and sickness that there is no way I’m going to make it to school.