I was sick quite a lot when I was younger. When I was school age, I *wanted* to be sick, to avoid the horror that was school. I actually stopped shitting one time, in order to make myself sick. I don't recall if it worked, but that wasn't my best idea ever.
Once, when I was honestly sick (in the big house in Washington, I think), I remember waking up in the middle of the night with a fever. I couldn't see anything, just blackness and spots of light like stars... and not because it was dark out, either. Blind as a really blind thing.
I felt my way through the house and found the stairs. My parents were up the stairs and I was at their foot.
That's all I remember.
Posted by Edwin at March 9, 2005 08:10 AM