The Smog Allergy

I was going to write another blog about my time in Thailand because I still have a lot of material left that I can write about, but since I have zero motivation to do anything due to my illness, I decided to wait until I’m feeling better.

Speaking of my illness, it’s the fault of my grandmother. She lives in Thailand, so she’s around the pollution a whole lot. ( That seems like an irrelevant fact, but trust me, it isn’t.) Anyway while we were there, she wore one of those half face masks so she didn’t breathe in the gross air as much. She even went so far as to claim she was allergic to smog. We just sort of shrugged it off like it was nothing, because she can wear the alien suck-your-face mask things if she wants to. Well two days before the end of our trip, she starts coughing. Like really bad coughing, she sounds so sick. And we continuously ask her if she’s alright, but she keeps saying “no no, it’s just my smog allergy”. Of course, we don’t really believe her because she sounds super sick, but there isn’t much we can do. Fast forward to the plane ride home, and my mom is starting to feel really sick too. Coincidence? I think not. My grandmother gave my mother the smog allergy. So apparently it wasn’t allergies. And of course I was sitting next to my mom on the plane, and no matter how little you try to touch the same things, you’re on a plane. The germs on those things are inescapable.

And now, here I am. Suffering of the smog allergy as well. And I think I mutated it or something because yesterday I had a fever. I didn’t want to come to school today, but we have a math quiz. I definitely shouldn’t take it, but I hate making up work and honestly I’ll probably do worse if I take it in a few days.

I’m typing this on my phone so the allergy doesn’t spread to a chrome book that three different classes use and no one clean. So hopefully the allergy ends with me. Although, I’m touching this desk, so sorry to whoever sits here.

ok those two unicorns just added to this and I have no clue how to get rid of them. There’s no trash button on my phone. They shouldn’t even BE here. I don’t have the energy to deal with this. I need to save my internal battery for math 🤢🤮. I wonder if the emojis will post with this. I have no idea. If not, after math I put the sickening green face emoji dude and the barfing one. Also the two unicorns that I sincerely hope post (cause otherwise I just spent a whole paragraph talking about them for nothing) look stoned. I’m not sure what face they’re supposed to be making, but that’s what they look like to me.

I was writing this yesterday, and my phone decided to stop working and close every single app I had open, including the dude I had to work on this blog. I of course, assumed that meant my blog had been deleted and promptly gave up and decided to nap because I had no energy left.

Imagine my surprise when I decided to open word press on a whim today during Spanish to find my blog entirely intact. Stoned Unicorn stickers and all. I honestly don’t know how I put those guys in here, but I’m not going to delete either of them for fear of never getting them back.

Yesterday’s math quiz was an absolute disaster. There were six problems, and I am pretty sure I got all six of them completely wrong. One of which I’m pretty sure everyone got wrong because it was the most confusing thing on the planet. But the others I got wrong out of inability to use my brain due to extreme feelings of nausea and exhaustion. Clarissa is a math genius so I’m pretty confident she did a lot better than I did.

If I get a 44% I would not be surprised. I felt worse about that quiz than I have in a very very long time.

Today Maddie Donahue brought me a glazed doughnut and hot chocolate out of the kindness in her heart and it made my day.

I’m going to try and write more about Thailand later. Right now I’m going to take a twenty minute power nap before creative writing.