Entry 33
#33 of Diary of an Awkward Youth
Dear Diary,
So, it's been a month since my last entry, but there is a reason for this, even if it's a weird one. I'll be doing entries over the next couple days recounting a camping trip we took, though I really hate calling it that since we were technically still on our own land, oddly enough. Oh yeah, I should also probably state that I'm currently in a hospital in Anchorage, apparently I was brought here last night and they haven't stopped prodding me since my arrival.
So, it all started when we finally decided to go camping. It's something none of us had been able to do too often when we were living in the city, but now? Now we can go out as we please and send some time in nature. So, it's me, Nick and Aaron and we decided to take Duke and Max too. It's fun having them around and quite frankly I'd rather have two living alarms in case something decides to try and sneak up on us.
Well, everything was fine until the first night, we were sitting around the fire when I started to get a little dizzy.. Originally I just thought it was the fire-smoke, so I went to bed a little early. When I woke up the next day though, I didn't feel any better. We had breakfast and while I was eating, I got dizzy again. It felt like something was sort of, leaning on me, you know? Like my body was dragging to one side and I felt tired the whole time, so we decided to cut the trip a little early and go back home, figuring I was sick... I made it about half way home before I collapsed and woke up here in the hospital. Apparently Nick and Aaron carried me to the house and dad brought me here in the prowler.
I had a weird dream while I was out of it, but I can only remember bits and pieces of it honestly.. I was talking to someone, someone young.