Stupid medication, stupid side effects, stupid joint pain, stupid fatigue. No camp, no summer job, waste of a year, forget about friends
Henny’s running a day camp, Sara’s a happy camper, Tzvi’s gone to sleepaway camp. That leaves me. Sometimes bored, sometimes busy, sometimes enjoying chilling, and sometimes just plain miserable.
Like now.
I contemplate getting up from my beanbag but can’t muster up the energy. My joints have started to ache again. I was really feeling better for a while, almost forgot what this feels like.
Horrible.
I reach for the phone to dial Shaindy, Miss Halb’s cousin. It’s weird to think of her like that, we’ve become so close, so fast. She is literally the only person I end up talking to these days. But then I let my fingers drop. We spoke a few days ago, and last week. I don’t want to be a burden. Maybe she wants a break?
I want a break, too. The thought pops into my mind and settles there, an uncomfortable itch. I’m not going to get a break. Stupid medication, stupid side effects, stupid joint pain, stupid fatigue. No camp, no summer job, waste of a year, forget about friends.
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