My throat and head literally feel like they're going to explode.
I woke up at 2 am, choking, because my throat is so tight and swollen.
And I go into the kitchen to get the throat spray stuff and I knocked a pill bottle that was in our medicine cabinet, that apparently woke up my mom.
So she comes out and I'm over here trying my best to breathe(my nose is stuffy too) and then proceeds to yell at me to be quiet.
Then when I don't say "sorry" or "yes ma'am" because, in case you've forgotten, I'm basically choking on my own throat, she snatches the spray from my hand, throws it back in the cabinet(knocking over like four bottles) and pushes me back to my room.
I finally get control of my breathing and tell her(in a very raspy, choked up voice) that my throat is swollen.
She goes and gets a thermometer, takes my temperature(which was 99.7 degrees f) and she's like "it's barely even a fever go to sleep"
And so I lay back down, propped up on like four pillows so I don't die. And then I wait like thirty minutes, crying, because my throat is killing me and my mom just yelled at me for being sick.
And then I got back up and went and got throat spray. I also picked up the bottles she knocked over.
I'm writing this while my brother is driving me to school and I just want to point out that he almost smashed into a car because he wasn't looking in his mirrors and just started going over to the next lane and didn't see this car and just swerved away from this guy.
He's going to get me killed.
K baiiii
Allyyyy
