So while we were in Madrid we had lunch with some other friends, who happened to be smokers. So I about died after two and a half hours, plus I already wasn't feeling well. So when they invited us up to their flat I made a quick escape and went back to where we were staying. Good thing too becuase they were there for another hour and a half.
So then we got home and we had one more day without school. I stayed in bed all day and didn't eat anything. The next day was a wednesday so I had school for 7 hours instead of 6. I went for the first three, then after recreo I called Pachi and went home. Pachi and Cristina kept asking me whether I needed to go to the hospital or not and I kind of laughed. Hospital? Ha my mom wouldn't even take me to the hospital if I cracked my head open. Maybe she would take me to instacare, maybe. And all I had was a cold!
The next day I didn't go to school, but I was feeling a lot better. What I really wanted was to be home in Utah, curled up on the couch, watching cinderella rodgers and hammerstein's verson, like I always do when I'm sick, and having my mom make me hot soup.
By friday I was still feeling weak, but I went to school and that was basically the end of my sickness.
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