I just got sick AGAIN.

I just recovered from a cold last month, and now I've come down with another sickness.

Frick.

So I have bedridden myself for the past two days. In the mornings, I woke up with intense fevers. My eyelids felt as though they were burning, and I was so hesitant to get out of bed because I feared I would pass out or something.

I think I'm going to get better. But my God! This is just annoying!

I had a fever during the first night of my condition. It was terrible. I could not sleep that night, because it felt like my skin was burning up. The next morning, I condition had not disappeared. It may as well have gotten slightly worse. When my mom came to my room, she knew that I was sick. I also could not speak without feeling the urge to cough every Five seconds.

I told her that I felt hot, so she felt my forehead with her hand, and she was shocked by my physical temperature. Shortly after, she checked my temperature with a thermometer, and I was a little over a Hundred degrees in Fahrenheit. I spent the whole day laying back, coughing my guts out, whilst taking medicine and drinking water constantly.

That was basically yesterday. Today wasn't any different.

When my dad found out that I got a fever, he's been freaking out a lot. And I mean he really freaked out. Like, he acted as though my condition was as serious as cancer or something. It obviously isn't.

My father is known in my family to be really anxious and pessimistic. He tends to be extremely concerned about me to the extremes, it's almost really annoying. If one day I complain of a mild stomach-ache, in his mind I may as well have gotten the plague, but really it's just gas. That's how bad his anxiety is.

When I'm in a sick state, his brain may as well be filled with one cognitive distortion after another. And whatever natural grasp of reality he may have initially had becomes utterly meaningless within seconds.

(I swear to God he's not insane, he just gets worried very easily. Anyway...)

When I complained about having a headache today, my dad was suddenly convinced I had meningitis.

I really don't.

I have a cough, a leaky nose, and some form of sinus pressure around my eyes. That's it. I don't think a common cold is going to kill me. But even then, he's still my father. He makes me really frustrated a lot of times, but he definitely cares for me, only he has a unique way of conveying this care.

But enough about my family, I guess I'll talk a bit more about me. I'm fine. I think I'm close to getting better. My eyelids still have a mild stinging sensation, I have coughs, and I'm more sensitive to cold air. But I'm fine. I think I just need rest and treatment.

These sicknesses have caused me to miss half a week of school, Twice! So not only am I furstrated, I'm worried that I won't be able to finish my curriculum because of something I couldn't control. I mean, I'm in Australia now, but I'm still homeschooled. My education is an online curriculum which lasts up to about a year. And if I don't complete all my classes by October, I'll have to repeat another year.

So yeah... it more or less sucks to be me. I mean, it's not like I'm going through the worst trauma in the world, I'm obviously not. But it's still inconvenient. And the fact that my symptoms greatly worry my parents doesn't make it better for me.

So here I am, typing away. Rambling about my personal life when I probably shouldn't. But who cares. This is like a diary to me, and one that I'm allowing other people to see.

So if you were able to push through all of this nonsensical rant, then... thanks. I don't know how or why you did it, and I have no idea what is going through your head as you read this. But seriously, thank you.

I'll update if anything new happens.