Just not right

Beechams didn't do it, a good night's rest didn't do it, because it wasn't a good night's rest anyway, I kept getting so hot and getting up to drink, drink, drink. I actually almost drank two litres of water. Not good. But then if you cannot breathe through your nose I suppose that's what happens. And still, something's not right. My doctor's been because the something not right gave me a really nice scare to begin the day with. This is always happening when I look forward to something. I remember being so excited in my schooldays, because the teacher would be taking us out on a picnic the day after. So I would have chose my clothes, shoes, have everything packed and just wait for the morrow. Yeah right, then the morrow would come and I'd be sick in bed, because, according to the doctor at the time, I would have been so excited that I'd have made myself sick. Silly explanation but that's what he said every time. So I'd see my twin go and stare at the outside through the window pain and boo-hoo myself to silliness. Now it's not very different. I had my clothes laid out, including shoes, jewellery, right down to my stockings (for the first time in my life), and which eyeshadow to go with what. Everything. And they're still laid out because I haven't a heart to put them on, because I've woken up running a damn fever which is making me think that some little pest is digging at my brains. And I got the scare which probably made my doctor not too happy seeing I probably was his wake up call at half six in the morning. At least this doctor is nice and reasonable, and he doesn't think that excitement brings the fever on, nor does it make the something not right go into overdrive. But it means no pretty little faces today. And that's not very nice. I had everything thought out right to something which would not just teach the little faces a lesson (and that doesn't sound right, I really mean a nice lesson), but something to keep them interested and excited. Because a teacher really makes or breaks a little person. I was once a little person too although it's hard to believe. I think I still am inside, it's just that judging a book by its cover doesn't work with me. You could do that but it wouldn't tally, that's how pretty it can get. Music could get highly boring, yet it could go from boring to enticing in one minute. That is why I love this thing so much, it is so very versatile. And I'm not sure there should be much difference between all subjects. I am no scientific person and yet I did so thoroughly well in maths and biology and physics and chemistry, because I had the bestest teachers on earth and they transmitted their love for the subject. When it comes to music, my dad was the definite jockey, so that makes me a horse? Hmm not very happy with the idea.