Illness

Inside the house we were safe, but the flood was steadily creeping higher outside. We'd already been stuck in the house for days- me, my sister, brother and father and Heath. I had been feeling very sick and spend most of my time laying on the sofa. The sickness was making me touchy. I was whiny because I didn't feel well, and weak because my immune system was on over-time. I was tired of being stuck in the house, just like we all were. I wanted to get out to see if the cats were okay, I wanted the medicine that what as at home. I remember my sister saying that our cousin could have brought the stuff over, but he was being lazy. I was so stressed out and upset during the whole dream. The fever and the burning in my throat and the disorientation all added up to just feeling terrible. At one point my father made some snarky comment and I blew up at him, yelling and crying and getting so worked up that I started shaking from head to toe, trembling out of sickness and weariness. When I couldn't stop shaking, Shan came over and put her arms around me, offering what comfort she could. That was when I woke up. I awoke with the knowledge that my repressed anger was what was making me sick, and that I should do something about it.