Today, 2nd October, '17
Life certainly has a way of going all haywire at all the wrong times, doesn't it? I really thought that things were finally going my way, and boy did I need them too, but nope. I spent all summer working my butt off to push myself and make Varsity, and I did. But now, the season is canceled because everyone is sick. I got to enjoy it for a grand total of like one week, if that. I can't even begin to explain how bummed out I am about it. I've never worked this hard in my entire life, and now it's basically all been for nothing. That really stings to even write down.
Mr. Reinhold thought there might be a chance that they just postpone the start of the season, but too many girls were sick. Not just from our school, but from all the schools in the conference. I know there really wasn't anything they could do, but it still hurts. It's even worse because my family are all feeling the effects of the flu, too, and like half the entire school. They already ran out of substitute teachers, and had to combine a bunch of the classes. I have English with like seven Freshmen, it's horrible.
I know Mom is stressed out too, because she's the only dentist who's been able to make it into work in the past week or so. And she's barely able to even do that, since she's feeling so bad. She has to cover for everyone else who's out, and a lot of patients are coming in for emergency things because one of the symptoms of the mystery flu is having your teeth fall out. I feel bad for her, she works really hard and nobody else is helping her keep the practice open.
Dad has been away for work, but he said that he'd probably have to come home early. He's feeling worse than anyone else in the family, and you know it's bad if he's going to take time off. Now that I won't have to worry about practice, I can at least come home right after school gets out and help take care of them. The only “good” thing about gymnastics being canceled, I guess. I'll have nothing else to do since everyone is either sick or busy picking up the slack for those that are.
Sometimes I still feel like just sinking away into someplace that I can hide and be alone. I've done so much for myself and for my family to get better, but it just becomes too much sometimes. I could always just disguise it under being a great student and being a good athlete, but what do I have now? I'm sort of being forced into having time to think, and that's the last thing I want or need. Maybe I'll just keep working out every day, because if I don't, I won't be tired enough to fall asleep right away. I can't deal with that time between laying down and falling asleep. It's too much for me.
On a lighter note, Lucas brought over cookies that his sister made. Nobody else has really touched them, but I have had a few. He's a nice boy, and I'll give him an A for effort, but cookies won't buy my attention or affection. Well, they might, but not ones from him. He's lucky though, since nobody in his family is sick. Instead of cookies, he should bring over whatever it is that has kept them from catching it. That would be wayyyyy nicer of a gift.
Anyway, I suppose I'll be writing more often, if just to try and tire myself out before going to sleep. Which, by the way, I'm about to pass out finishing this entry.
“Go to bed, Mo.”
“Yes, Mo. If you insist.”