The other part of life

Well I was on cloud nine after getting my history and reading test scores but in the car I noticed my throat feeling raw. I didn't think anything of it because this happens all the time due to my drainage I get from my sinus problems I've have forever. It usually goes away in a day or even a few hours. The next morning I noticed it still hurt and now it was more of a burn. "No, it couldn't possibly be..." I didn't want to believe that MAYBE I might be getting...sick. "This can't be I've been super careful!" I convinced myself it was still nothing since my nose was totally fine until a couple days later and suddenly it actually hit me. I was sick. My worst nightmare had actually just happened and I had no idea what to even think about it. I was dumbfounded. It had been at least a year since my last cold, I was always so careful. I realized this was the other part of life happening. The part when it has to bring you down to stay grounded. After sun comes rain, and after rain come sun. It's a cycle that balances nature, like the crappy things that balance us I guess. I still say get rid of the crap but hey, that's just my opinion. I was all too used to this "other part". I hated it. It just added stress and made things complicated. I was so depressed about getting sick and was already creating conclusions in my head about what might happen. I was good at this, terrible habit. The hospital came into my head too "NO! I WILL NOT LET THAT HAPPEN AGAIN!!" That night in bed I thought about my great uncle Jim. He'd be ashamed to see me act this way. He'd say that shit happens and it's how you deal with it that matters. I decided I'd change my game plan. "You're sick, you can't reverse it, so do what you gotta do and focus on getting better." I did an extra treatment everyday and pushed myself working out. I was on top of things. I realized I had my writing test the next day so I was concerned about my runny nose while I had to take it. How ironic that I was assigned a seat to stay away from sick kids and now they all wanted to stay away from me. Well at least I didn't have to worry about that but I felt like caca! I wasn't too worried about writing, it was my best subject but I was nervous about the essay time limit. I was surprised to see the Breakfast Club gang didn't show up but a lot of others did. The room was full. My essay topic was "Something or someone you didn't like but now do." I was completely clueless, I couldn't think of anyone! Only people of which I still don't like so that didn't work. "I guess I could do a thing instead of a person?" but that didn't help either. I honestly got so desperate I almost started writing about hating salad when I was a kid. Could you imagine an entire paper on salad? Suddenly an idea popped into my head after wasting 5 minutes. My Doctor! When I was first diagnosed Dr. Gong wasn't the happiest guy in fact for a while he scared me silent. It wasn't until I was 11that things changed and I saw the real him. Now I trust him completely and feel like I can talk to him not just as a doctor. We understand each other. He was perfect for the paper and by the end of it I was pleased with my essay. I guess the graders were too because I got a high score on it and passed. 3 down 2 to go.

Today I took the science test. I'll let you know what happened in my next post.