Sooo Jenny's team didn't have a goalie -- all the Richmond girls bailed. So mum called home exactly a minute after I ate lasagna and an apple. Dad drove me over. And it was all great and I was doing okay until I started not feeling good.
Continued. In the second half was my limit. After the second goal I threw my gloves at a girl on defense and ran into the boy's bathroom (their only sub had gone in the girl's) and puked. Hi, Wrandi! Then I ran back out to finish the game badly. We lost, and I was feeling very not good. So W got my sweaty gear and I got to go home with a major stomach bug.
Don't even ask me how I'm feeling. It's hell. I'm really skeptical about school tomorrow. I feel so weak, and somehow I also slightly sprained a finger and did something to my foot, so I only have about ten degrees of motion in it. No swelling. Maybe I'll go to school just to get advice on that, and then go home.
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