In the middle of a sip of Sprite, I threw up, and almost choked! Gross, I thought to myself.
     It looked like a chocolate milkshake with chunks of ice in it, but the  chunks weren’t really ice!
     Well, I will start from the beginning when my mother, Janie, my sister, and I were in the car, and were driving to Master Cuts in Owensboro.  Janie and I were going to our hair cut for school photographs.
     I was hard to breathe and my stomach was hurting really bad, as if I was going to vomit.  I didn’t have any clue what was wrong with me. I felt sick, but I tried not to whine about it, I really wanted my hair to be cut.
     “Hey, Mom,” Janie said.
     “What?” Mom asked.
     “I have to use the bathroom,” Janie whined.
     “Okay.  Well here’s a Dairy Queen.  We’ll stop here and get something to drink,” Mom said to Janie’s relief.
     We stopped at the Dairy Queen restaurant.  Janie used the restroom. And after she washed her hands, we walked to the counter to order our drinks.  Mom had ordered a Diet Coke, while Janie order a Sprite.  I thought that I should get a Sprite, too, since I felt sick to my stomach.  We got back into the car and were back on our way to Owensboro.
     While I was swallowing the Sprite, I got choked and threw up.  I could tell that the drink wasn’t the only substance that I had thrown up.
     “Mom, I threw up,” I said in a shaky voice.
     She had thought for a moment while driving, and decided that since I vomited, Janie and I weren’t going to get our hair cut after all.
     Mom drove to Wal-Mart, the drive seemed like an hour to me but it was only about ten minutes in reality, maybe because I was covered in vomit.
     We arrived at our late destination, Mom and Janie went in, and left me in the car because I might have gotten sick again.  I waited about twenty minutes for the. I was very uncomfortable, because I had slowly drying vomit in my lap.  When Mom and Janie returned, I saw that they had purchased several items.  Mom had bought itchy pajamas for me to change into, some baby wipes to clean up the mess, and a small trash can in case I threw up before we had arrived home.  After changing in the car, I had objected at first because people could be watching, but I realized that clean clothes were way better than ones covered in puke.  She put the clothes I was wearing into the Wal-Mart sack, and set the tied bag in the trunk.
     “Okay, Janie, sit in the front seat,” Mom instructed, “and Belinda, you scoot over to where she was sitting.”
     I was jealous that my sister had gotten to sit in the front seat, but I reasoned with myself, after all, I had almost all the back seat to myself.
     On the way home I fell asleep.  When we started to pull into the driveway, I woke up.  The gravel was crunching under the rubber tires, and made a fairly loud noise. I was home.
     “Why are you back so early?” my dad asked.
     “Well, Belinda threw up in the car, so I have to call Dr. Neel.  I have no idea what is wrong with her. I’ll call him tomorrow morning and set up an appointment for that afternoon,” Mom said while she glanced at the stereo’s clock, “I think that his office might be closed by now,”
     “Okay, well I better go to work,” Dad said as he kissed my forehead, “Bye, sweetie. I’ll see you in the morning.”
     That night I could hardly sleep. My stomach was hurting very bad that night, and it had kept me awake I was still vomiting, and to make things worse, I now had diarrhea.  When Mom had taken my temperature, the thermometer read 104.7 degrees Fahrenheit.
     That morning Mom called my doctor.
    “Yes, I need to set up an appointment with Dr. Neel,” she said, I could tell that she was talking to a secretary.
     “Okay, my daughter Belinda needs to see him.”
     There was a short pause and then Mom thanked the secretary and hung up the phone.
     Mom, Janie, and I walked into the building.  After the check-up, Dr. Neel told my Mom not to worry that it was just Bronchitis.  Bronchitis is an acute inflammation of the bronchial tubes.
 The doctor gave me an inhaler, and some orange, thick medicine.  Have you ever tasted Kaopectate?  If you have, you might have gagged on it because it has such a foul taste, which is what the orange medicine tasted like.  It made me sick to my stomach.
      I couldn’t go to school while I was sick, and the whole ordeal lasted almost ten days, partly over spring break.  I had missed four days of school, and had to make up the work I missed.  In case you’re wondering, I didn’t miss getting my picture taken; I came back on that Friday, without a haircut.
     So the next time I’m going somewhere and it’s hard to breathe, or my stomach hurts, I know now that I should tell someone that I am about to be sick (or at least stop somewhere, so I can throw up).