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Wow this is the first journal I've written in a while. I really haven't been on Gaia much lately so yeah. Turns out I'm sick. Today I was at school walking around in the art department doing whatever I do there and felt this overwhelming sensation of complete and utter crap come over me. I felt nauseous, a headache appeared out of nowhere, and also some minor chest pains started up. I needed to sit down away from all the noisy people so I went to the storage closet to relax myself and sit down but it turns out that wasn't going to work at all. About ten minutes later I'm running down the hall to the nearest "Men's" bathroom to throw up. I go in there and proceed to when I hear someone talking outside of the bathroom. Two teachers from within their classrooms heard me throwing up I was so loud. I feel something wet on my leg and I look and there's vomit on my jeans. I couldn't see while I was in the restroom and I missed throwing up. They look at me and tell me to go to the office. I tried to tell them I needed to stay in school but they said whatever was causing me to throw up may be contagious and they needed to send me home. I get to the office and try my sister first after trying to get out of it so I can go back to class because fourth period is government and economy and I didn't want to miss work that I would just need to do at home. They tell me to call someone so I try my sister and she's not there. I decided not to call my brother seeing he has a baby and ask for the school to call Powell High (where my dad is interning). I wait for about five minutes and decide to get my stuff. I grab my stuff ask a friend if she needed to use something I was going to let her use (that took a moment bleah). Found out she didn't, grabbed the things and went to the office. I waited in the office for about twenty minutes till my dad got there to pick me up. We went to the Kroger’s to pick some medicine and a thermometer and took my temperature and went home. My temperature isn't high, it's low. It's about three or four degrees lower than it should be. I get home and lay down and I'm out instantly. Now I'm up and my chest pains have worsened and I feel like utter crap. I'm so tired of feeling like crap, this is ridiculous. My dad says I may have pulled a muscle in my chest throwing up so hard. I don't know and I don't care. I probably did this to myself but still. I just hope I get better soon. Screw being sick, it just creates problems.