Melony Louise's Natural Habitat

So somehow I got sick. When I last checked a few hours ago, I had a 102 fever, though since my ability to sweat has come back that might not be so bad anymore. A vague feeling I swallowed razorblades. A stuffy nose. Shoulders so tense and glands so swollen I feel like I have the upper body of a professional body builder.

Then my mom was mad at me most of the day because I was too sick to help with yard work. Well, some of it is that my dad also disappeared for the harder jobs to eat and take a nap. But yeah, between me having a fever and me just having my teeth pulled, you'd think someone would be watching over me to make sure the two things weren't connected and that I wasn't gonna just get really really bad really really fast, right? Wrong. I was left alone all day with no one to talk to or anyone even watching to make sure I didn't just get worse, and my mom even had the nerve to tell me that lying in bed all day would make my system weak and that I'd just end up sick all the time. I'm not in the wrong to be mad at her, am I?