Happy Thanksgiving?
Happy isn’t exactly the word that comes to mind.
Well, Wednesday was nice. My mom picked me up, we got Kento, went to dinner (CJ was closed), and then headed to my grandma’s.
It’s Thursday where the trouble started. The day started off fine. I watched the parade, and played on my computer a little. Things were OK. The cousins came, we played, we watched the parade, all was going well. Dinner went well. Delicious, and I ate too much.
It was after that when things headed downhill. I got really tired. I don’t think I even noticed, though Kento did. I was in a corner in the guest room, with him and Sammy (my youngest cousin). They were playing, and I was kind of watching, I guess.
When I got up I had a headache. I thought it was from getting up to fast. Maybe. I don’t know. I did a puzzle with my cousins, that was good.
Then everyone left. My mom went to see Rick, and everyone else went home. I stayed with my grandma. She was going to bring Kento and I to Salem in the morning, and meet my mom there.
We were both tired, and went to bed early. Later in the night I got up and threw up. Bad thing #1. I went back to bed and was fairly OK after that…. I didn’t throw up again, anyway.
In the morning I ate cereal and we went to meet my mom. My mom let me get a Sprite at Costco because I felt icky again.
After we went home I crashed on the couch. I watched the Civil War game, which was a really really good game. It’s a shame I was half out of it. By then I was running a fever over 100. Super close game…. Beavs pulled ahead with 15 seconds left. Awesome. I fell asleep afterwards. And I was really cold.
The rest of the weekend basically went like that. I was on the couch. I was sore, and cold, and didn’t feel well. That’s about it. Great break. ![]()