Octubre

It's here. I feel like September was so short. Unfortunately I'm not feeling as up as I was when I wrote the 'Septiembre' post. I got a dose of reality last night when I realized that while I'm super excited to go home and see everyone, things might not be as amazing as I remember. I'm afraid of going back and then being disappointed when the excitment wears off and wishing I was back here.
Or maybe that's the negativity that comes from spending 3 days sick in the house. Have a mentioned I haven't really breathed fresh air in 3 days? That might be having an effect on me. Luckily after missing two days of school I'm suprisingly not that far behind. I still feel stressed though. I feel like vacation set me way back in my spanish and then being sick set me back further. I try not to think about those things though..
I can't tell if I feel better or not. I definitely feel better since I've been on meds (3 of them which do wonders) but I don't know if they're just covering up symptoms or not. Either way, I'm definitely on the road to recovery. I know this because of the huge amounts of snot that are coming out of my head. Also the mountains of kleenex I create by the hour. My cough I'm afraid I'll have forever, but I'm pretty sure it'll take me forever to get through this bottle of cough medicine too so I guess that'll help. I'm done with 2 of my meds tonight so we'll see how I feel after that. One of them is for pain and 'fiebre' (fever) so I'm crossing my fingers that the body aches are done (worst part of being sick). I have no idea what the other pills are. Probably magic feel better pills.
Today is the last day that I have been instructed to stay inside in bed. Tonight is my friend's birthday that everyone is going to. I really want to go to it but I don't think I'm going to make it. For one, I'm pretty sure Gloria isn't going to let me out of the house. For two, I get really tired around 8 and I'm sure it doesn't start till 10 or 11. For three, I'm pretty sure by the time I actually walked there I'd be too tired to enjoy myself. Also, smoke isn't good for coughing and I really don't want to set back my recovery anymore. I already feel like poop after 3 days. I think I just talked myself out of it.
This weekend brings wonderful things like tons of homework, actually having to get dressed (I've been in sweats for days- but hey I did change sweats), and (actually a good thing) embarking on the outside world again. I wonder if anything has changed...