[Ky/365 - Project 2010]

Current Song: Fuel - Falls On Me.

I went to bed at 5am, and woke up at 6:30am... I've been sleeping off and on since I went to sleep.
I took the bucket from the bathroom upstairs because I wasn't feeling too well when I was going to sleep and I kept spitting in it because I felt like I'd get sick and my stomach kept turning. Stephen and Lisa woke up shortly after I went up to bed, probably around 5:20am, and went downstairs to get ready for work, I wanted to run down and go to the bathroom because my stomach wasn't sitting right with me. I wanted to wait until they left for work before going down, since it was embarassing and the kitchen is right next to the bathroom which is where they were sitting and getting ready for work. And suffice to say I didn't want them to hear the agony I was going through this morning... They kept coming upstairs to do something, then went back down. This happened twice I guess because they were getting ready to leave for work. Lisa left, and I thought Stephen did, but I still waited anyway and then found out he was still home because he coughed as when he was sitting in the kitchen on the laptop. I went down when my conditions became too unbareable, and I was in the bathroom for the next two hours. I ended up having really bad diarheaa and then I threw up... It was painful, and fucking annoying. It's different when it's only one part of you, but when it's both... It's never that fun of a day. Stephen was in the laundry room when I went down to do my business, and he heard everything. He came to ask me if I was alright, and knocked on the door to see, and I said yeah. But truth to tell I really wasn't.

The next two hours were one of the worst illnesses I've had in a long time, and it dosen't change anything that I waited so long to come down here, in fact I'd say that pretty much made it a lot worse. I just didn't want them to hear me, because when I get sick it tends to be quite loud and it sounds really bad and disgusting... I don't like it when people hear me do that, because it makes me think they feel I'm disgusting. Needless to say he heard it all, and I was in there for quite a while. I tended to get rather dizzy too, which I'm assuming was from the rapid loss of fluids from my body, I got rather light-headed and my hearing went. I knew if I didn't hurry up and drink some water I'd be passed out on the bathroom floor, in one of the most unpleasant places to be when I was this sick. Especially after the bathroom wasn't completely clean from everything that happened. I turned around and laid on the floor on the other side of the bathroom, away from everything that still needed cleaned up. I just couldn't take it anymore, I lost so many liquids so fast that I couldn't stand up and I kneeled on the floor before making myself fall over on my side. Breathing lightly, I remembered that I saw that Stephen had this red cup in the bathroom, which was on the sink. At the time I knew it would be a bad idea to sit there and drink water out of it, being sick and all. But this time I didn't care, and I had really no choice in the matter. I wasn't completely cleaned up, and I couldn't just waltz outside like this with him in the kitchen. There weren't any other glasses in the bathroom, or Dixie Cups I could use to accomodate myself, so I had to use this red cup. I'm assuming it was for when he brushed his teeth, to wash his mouth out with. Either way, I didn't care, I just needed water to help myself out before I passed out. One of the bad things about this was I had locked the door when I came inside. I didn't think it was the best idea to lock it, but I didn't want anyone to walk in on me puking my guts out in this condition. I unlocked the door first, just in case I would have passed out, then kneeled up, and washed the cup out, and proceeded to wash my mouth out first before washing the cup once more, before filling it with fresh water to quench my thirst.

I sat down on the side of the bathtub and drank sip after sip, I felt better immediately afterward, but I stayed seated nonetheless, because I knew it would just continue had I got back up on my feet. For the next two hours I kept taking turns doing things... I had to keep going to the bathroom, I had to sit down, I had to drink more water... It was one thing after another, and in the process I'd keep coughing to make sure that Stephen knew I was still conscious and alright. I proceeded to clean up the bathroom a little while later, taking breaks to lay on the floor in the same place I did because I got too light-headed and couldn't sit on the tub without feeling dizzy enough to pass out. I figured the floor was the best for me. I layed there for what seemed to be an eternity before getting more water and sitting up, then going to clean the rest of the bathroom up. I must have used a good three rolls of toilet paper, and drank about four cups of water. I was just so messed up... I didn't want to clean up but at the same time I didn't want anyone else to have to clean up either. I forced myself to do it, and made everything spotless as I took turns sitting down and cleaning. When I was done, I came out to find Nick sitting at the kitchen table on the laptop, and the first words out of his mouth were "We were wondering if you were still alive". Thanks for the concern, really, you didn't even have to worry. I took care of it myself, not like you bothered to come and knock on the door at all like Stephen did you fucking hopeless lowlife scumbag. By now Stephen was gone and at work, and I was already cleaned up and the bathroom was too... I told Nick about the cup I used from the bathroom, and then I went in the living room and collapsed on the chair and fell asleep.

I ended up falling asleep for a few hours, by the time I was done in the bathroom it was around 10am, I didn't wake back up until like 2pm... I woke up sometime in between then to Lucifer clawing at the front door, wanting back inside. Nick was in his bedroom talking on the phone to Cory and ignored it, I know he had to hear it. I ignored it too, I was too weak, but I felt bad for him... I just didn't want to get out of the chair and walk over to the door dizzy with the possibility of maybe fainting on the floor. I waited about a half an hour for Nick to go out and let him in, he never did... Useless moron. I tried waking Bethy up to get her to do it, and she was awake enough to hear me but then fell back asleep. By the time she fell asleep I was already irritated enough with it, so I went in and let him in myself then went back to bed. I woke up around 2pm, like I said, and by then Mom and Nick were awake and in the kitchen talking about the bucket that was missing from the bathroom. I was took tired and weak to move so I didn't bother until they came in. I talked to Mom and she said she was going to make some phone calls to see about the voucher reprint we were supposed to go downtown today to get. I didn't want to go because of my stomach, so she made some calls and arranged for them to have it ready for her to pick up when she goes down. She came back in, and they were leaving shortly to go downtown. I told her to go and get the paperwork without me, since I didn't feel well enough to go with her, and Nick decided to go in my place and drive around the building while she ran inside to get it. I called Steph and told her I was sick and that if she didn't want to see me that's fine, but she said she still wanted to. The plan was her coming over here to see me for a few days, because we needed to get the paperwork and try to find some houses to try for before the 24th comes and goes. She was sad that I wasn't feeling well, but she said she'd do some stuff and then get ready to come and see me later on this afternoon.