Got to class. Prayed I would feel better after having had a Coke before leaving and then just sitting down and thinking about Italian, to take my mind off the pain.
Was there a half hour before I discreetly left the classroom and went to the bathroom where I was sure I was going to throw up. Lots of cold water on the face and some sipping of water kept me from doing so, thankfully, but I got back into class and I knew I wasn't going to make it through. Having gotten the due date and topic of my next composition, knowing when the next test is and knowing what's on the final, I packed up my books and slunk out. Hailed a cab. Came home. Changed into my PJs, took a damp, cold facecloth with me to my room and proceeded to feel like death until I fell asleep.
Woke up feeling marginally better, four hours later.
My head still hurts.
I do not feel badly for missing Statistics. At all.
Blah, still feeling crappy. More later.
