Chiquita on Being Sick, as Usual

So I have this autoimmune disorder called Lupus. Because of this, I get sick pretty easily, and when I do, I get really REALLY sick. I remember one time when I got pneumonia I had to be hospitalized. It was the first few weeks of seventh grade. I went to school on the first day, and I didn’t come back again for three weeks. It sucked.
So here I am sitting here running a 102-degree fever, and feeling as though my muscles are failing me. It hurts to move. I have a terrible cough, I’m having trouble breathing, and my chest is all congested. What’s that sound like to you? To me, it’s sounding like the flu.
I was sitting in my living room earlier, coming to terms with the fact that I wont make it to school tomorrow (bummer, right?) and watching some TV. 60 Minutes was on, and they had this story about a guy that’s my age that has H1N1. Now I’m freaked out. That poor kid can’t even breathe on his own. I’m sure what I’ve got is just the old-fashioned flu and I’ve got nothing to worry about. I just can’t help being freaked out! My whole drink a lot of orange juice and take vitamin c pills thing hasn’t really been working out. I don’t like orange juice, and every time I go to the store I forget to buy the vitamins. I’m failing. I can’t be sick because if I’m sick I can’t go to school and if I can’t go to school I’m going to get behind and if I get behind I’ll never get caught up and if I don’t get caught up I wont pass my classes and if I don’t pass my classes I wont graduate and if I don’t graduate my life will suck AHHHH!!!!! So yea, I’m just going to assume this illness is all in my head, and if I tell myself I’m not sick, then I won’t be sick. I think that sounds like a pretty good plan. As for tomorrow, the drill sergeant aka my mother says that I can’t go to school again until I am fever free for 24 hours. Which means no school tomorrow, and probably no school Tuesday. I don’t like where this is going. I have plans to ride a bus to all the cool haunted houses around and if I don’t get to go, I’m going to be so mad. I always miss out on stuff because I’m sick. If I’m not dead, I’m going. The End.