Everything that happened felt like a dream, I was quite sure that I missed a day of work because of my last ordeal but I found out that I didn't. It felt weird and unnerving as I went out of bed that day. I stared at the mirror, my eyes we puffy and my complexion looked horrible, and don't get me started on my hair. I was known to be the most fashionable child in the family but today I look like a wreck, if I can I’ll stay in my bed the whole day or a spa to get me to a point that I can go out of my room, going outside the house is a whole other story. I sighed, I did what I can do make me look acceptable, I donned my pants and a shirt, I still have a few more sight visits to do and as horrible as I felt I knew I had to do them.
Driving to sites has proven to be a relaxing activity, I ca
