At Least The Week Is Over

This week was officially the worst week ever. As the first marking period is coming to a close, I naturally expected the workload in school to double, so that was not unexpected. What was unexpected was that I found out I was allergic to my medication.
The hard way.
On Tuesday, I woke up and was scratching myself throughout the day. By the time late afternoon rolled around, my skin was peeling and red, yet I could not stop scratching myself. I shoved myself under the shower faucet that was purposely pouring out cold water for a solid twenty minutes, and after I was changed into clothes, I noticed my hips were covered with misquito bite-esque marks.
Great.
They're called hives.
Even better.
Let's call the doctor.
WOW, DOES THIS GET ANY MORE GREAT?
Oh, it does. It does indeed.
The next morning my mother insisted on making an appointment with the doctor, and I declined to tell her that my right wrist had swelled up overnight. During the school day, my feet were swollen and sore, and my entire hand was on the verge of blowing up.
Wherever I was swollen, I was bruised. The doctor said the swelling was normal, but the bruising wasn't. My swollen knee is not supposed to be purple too. Oh, well. At least I don't have an incurable disease. At least I pulled a B on my biology quiz after not having any time to do last minute studying in lunch and hyperventilating beforehand.
That's a positive.

Also, he's been ignoring me for two weeks and five days. I don't know if it's technically called ignoring or if he is just not noticing me, but I have a tendency to become ignorant of the flaws in the people I love, so I bet money he really is ignoring me. He hasn't been on AIM in a week, and he definitely did not block me in particular, so maybe he's just busy.
But maybe I'm just making excuses because I don't want to face the facts.

This week was spirit week, and I was so convinced he was not at the pep rally because he was missing from the stands in the first fifteen minutes. This was upsetting, considering I wanted to see him, but when he came running out into the gym with the rest of the cross country team, I started to cry. For real. My eyes watered completely, and I had to press my palms against my cheeks and rest my elbows on my knees so this looked like a normal gesture.
All I really want to do is hang out with one of my best friends. I see her five minutes per day, at the most, but the moment I was planning on asking her to come over, she says, "So my boyfriend is coming over Friday night."
I know she didn't plan that. And I know I'm dumb for not asking her to come over Saturday night anyway. But I couldn't spit it out. All courage was lost.
I want to be with her after this horrible week.
I want to know that there's still something in my life I can rely on, and she's always there, will always be there, and I'm not left watching The Outsiders by myself on a Saturday night with no one but a laptop to keep me company.