What I didn’t tell in that original post — because I was so sick and barely aware of what was going on at the time, because my Mom told me about it after I wrote that post — was that I nearly didn’t survive. I was seriously dehydrated, since I couldn’t even sip water without throwing up, and I needed to go the hospital.
But there had been a blizzard. We lived at the bottom of a big, steep hill, and the car was parked at the top of the hill. My parents would have had to bundle me up and drag me on a sled up the hill to the car — and Mom tells me they weren’t sure I’d survive the trip.
Luckily I was finally able to drink a little water — well after going to the hospital was a good idea, but just before it was a desperate move in the cold and piled-up snow.
This is what these diseases are like sometimes. I’m reminded every single day when I take out my contact lenses and my vision becomes a solid blur.
Since I made it, since I survived, I can tell you about it. If I hadn’t, there’d just be silence where I would have been.
Update 1:15 pm: Mom reminds me it wasn’t water but cherry jello.