A story from the life of Jess

It was a drizzley day in the quaint city of Abbotsford and all was still and all was well. Well almost all. There was one girl who thought she was doing well, but really she had no idea of what was to come. (dun dun dun)

After having a wonderful time at her first young adult potluck dinner, she dropped her friend off, picked up a gift certificate, had tea with her parents, then began to drive home. This drive home along the dark highway 11 was unlike other drives of the past. The girl felt strangely dizzy, yet being the stubborn person that she is, she ignored it, cranked the music louder, set the car on cruise control, and continued her journey to Ware street.

She arrived safely at home and of course a girl has lots of things to do before she goes to bed, so over an hour later she tiptoed into her room, and tried not to wake her sleeping sister Kat. Who was not asleep at all! Even though Kat had a 5:30 shift the next morning, she was lying there with the dreaded insomnia.

The girl still tried to keep her rustling to a minimum so that Kat could fall into her dreams. All of a sudden with a brilliant idea, the girl stumbled to her desk, found the special pens she was looking for, and marched through the dark room to execute her plan.

She didn't quite make it though.

Instead of walking into the bathroom, she walked face/head first into the wall. Completely disoriented as a bullitin board went flying, a picture frame hit her in the toe, and Canadian Tire money fell around her feet, she let out a giggle in disbelief and pain. Kat sat straight up in bed with wide owl eyes and stared, just stared.

Attempting to clean it up, the girl put things back on the bookshelf, got hit with the bullitin board again, and eventually decided to leave it for the next day. Her plan of leaving a message on the mirror for Kat to find in the morning, seemed not quite worth it after that, but she did it anyway. And then, trying to make it to bed, she ran into her sisters bed frame.

Finally crawling into bed after 12:30, the girl tried in vain to figure out what had happened and why she had run into the wall and a bed. Just strange, she thought to herself. Tossing and turning she finally fell off into sleep....but it was to be short lived.

Awoken by a strange feeling at 3:00 she tried to figure out what was wrong. Why did her head feel so heavy? Why was her stomach churning? Why was she feeling dizzy again? Why did everything feel wrong?

In a sheer optimistic moment she thought, "Hey if I'm sick, maybe I can get out of my test on Saturday!" But she then realized that she would rather write any test on any day instead of feeling that way again.

Barely making it into the red haven of a bathroom, ......yeah, we won't tell that part of the story.

Crawling back into bed 20 minutes later, the girl placed the bucket on the table beside her and reached up to hold her spinning head. One hand wasn't enough though, she needed two hands with pressure against her temples, to make the spinning less.

Falling asleep admidst a churning stomach and a spinning room, she thought that she still might have to write that test on Saturday, but so be it.