I was still...

This day is one of the most frustrating day ever. When I woke up this morning I felt a headache...I was kinda dizzy and I didn't know why. The day before I was really healthy! And I had proper sleep. But that morning I just felt that I was stripped of my energy... I thought I was just tired and needed more sleep. Alas, when I got to school there was some sort of seminar in the gym. So much for taking a break during free periods... Anyway, it was real stuffy in the gym...Not to mention hot. The headache got worse and I found myself restless. I tried to settle in a comfy position, but the pain would then transfer to my back--somewhere in the Kidney area. But it wasnt the kidneys that hurt--it was the muscles in that area. Seems I had slept in an uncomfortable position last night. Bummer. I decided to rest in the clinic for a while... I slept about an hour or so. I woke up when two of my classmates came in. These two always stayed in the clinic in order to skip class... I asked if classes were gonna start, but they said that there was probably no class that morning. I didnt want to skip class at all-- I dont wanna miss a lesson. Especially math. Anyway, I decided to go out now, and a good friend of mine carried my bag. To my horror, we still had to go back in the gym... Oh boy. One of my classmates told me my fever will get worse if I stay in the gym... She was right. When the time came to return to the gym, I went back to the guidance office and asked if I could go back to the clinic. I explained that I went out because I didn't want to miss class... But since there was no class, I decided to go back to the clinic. You know what happened?? The teacher said, "Dont let students like that back in the clinic. They need to go back to the gym--" whatever blah blah blah yadda yadda yadda. EXCUSE me?! Who does she think I am? A student fond of skipping class?! What an insult!! What kind of sick reasoning is that?! Dont let a sick student in the clinic?! I outta talk back at her!! But I couldnt, for some reason... Anyway, the helper couldnt do anything about it. She just gave me advice--like eat some sweets, or chocolate. That didnt help. During the seminar I was very uncomfortable. The heat was getting to me, and I felt like I was sweating...I wasnt. My back was damp, though... When it was over they had some sort of exhibition outside...My friends were there... I went to them and I rested on the back of one of my pals... When they finally greeted me, I couldnt hold back the tears. For some reason the tears started flowing...The pain was really bad. We went back to the clinic, but that STUPID teacher was there. They were busy, but perhaps if we called again they would've noticed us. But I was so insulted. I did not want to go back there. That teacher was probably gonna yell at us. Hot darn it. I decided to march upstairs, saying "Forget it. I'm going home." ...I went to my classroom--luckily, I was the only one there. I decided to take a break... I really couldnt stand the pain. I felt like it was eating up my brain. But did the teacher care? NOOOO.... Hmf, after my friends comforted me, we went downstairs and they escorted me to the gate. From there I endured the September heat going home... When I got home, I changed and went to bed. The pain was still there. When I woke up, I felt like throwing up...I remembered one time when I was a kid I vomited and the fever disappeared. I thought, "maybe it'll work this time." So I drank lots of water until I finally threw up... That didnt really help. Part of the pain was gone, but...I was worried about myself. I remember once my brother kept vomiting, and he had to go to the hospital... I was afraid of going to the hospital. Not because I've never been there before, but because of the money my parents would spend. I really got down on my knees and prayed to God... Later, the pain was still there. So I prayed again... "Lord, you're in control now. Please Lord, heal this pain! You are the only one who can do it!" then I took my Bible and read Mark 1:29-34. Here Jesus healed Simon's mother-in-law by taking her hand and helping her up from bed. after reading, something told me--"Get up and you will be healed." I was like, "Okay....As if it would really work..." But I decided to give it a try. I remembered that God could do anything. So when I got up...I felt something odd. It was like the breeze went through me. I went to bed to see if the pain was still there... (it would usually hurt when I lay down) it wasnt. The pain was gone. Of course, I still felt a little dizzy, but still! Jesus healed me. I was so thankful. That's why I turned on the computer--to write about it. The moment before I got up, I told myself..."Be still and know God." It was amazing. God is so good.

notes:

• I wanna apologize to my friends for acting cold. It was stupid to ignore them just because of the pain and frustration I felt.
  
• To Rusty*- Thanks for offering to go home with me.
• To Crescent- Thanks for listening to me and helping me out.
• To Lance*- Thanks for giving me advice and sympathizing with me.
• To Ayame-Thanks for the Binder,CD and for carrying my bag.
  
• To all of my friends- Thanks so much for caring. You guys are one of the reasons why I keep believing that God wants me to be happy.
• To God-Lord, thank you. Thank you for healing me. I'll continue to serve You!
  
• All the names here are, well, made up.
  
• Thanks and God bless...=)