I remember having a throat thing and a bit of fever when I was 15, I’ve gotten better after taking some paracetamol, but my mom said I should just go to the doctor just in case.

The doctor gave me a sick paper for like 3 hours as he thought I was faking it, so literally just the doctor’s visit, and told me “I can still make third period if I hurry”. I was mostly okay for that Friday, but it got worse after I got home and I spent the weekend in bed.

Next week was quite light since the classroom was pretty much empty save for the people who were sat furthest away from me on Friday. Wonder why.