Forced to Stay Home
November 2002. When I got home from the hospital—after four liters of fluids—I was convinced I’d be back at school the next day. Mom usually woke me up at 6:00 a.m., and I told her I’d be ready to go. Quick digression: why didn’t I just set an alarm? Because whenever I did, I couldn’t sleep. I’d... Sign in to see full entry.