You Aren`t That Weak!

Mood: Feeling weak

I had fever on this morning, +38 Celcius degrees, while my normal is approximately +36,6 and when it hits the limit of +37 I`m feeling very fluish and ready for staying in the bed for the whole day. Despite of that I took a painkiller pill to decrease the fever and ran to the bus to get to school so that I could get my car back home for the upcoming winter holiday week from the school. We struggled with the brakes yesterday and at the end of the day came shock news: the nut I had brought was wrong kind of! The size matched and even the threads, but the nut was with right handed thread, while it should have been left handed!

IMPORTANT NOTICE: Anyone of you ever working with cars notice this: Mazda (323) has LEFT HANDED THREAD in its fulcrum`s nut and its size is M16 with 1,5 fine thread! This means it opens to the direction you tighthen most of the things. Therefore it`s no wonder that me and the air pressure driller I used then, destroyed the threads of the wheel`s lock nut. And without the nut the wheel doesn`t stay and the car is unavaible for driving.

The only good thing in this was that the nut fits on the left side of the car, so that if I ever do the same mistake on that side, I have a replacer for it. Unfortunately it meant I had to do a new trip to the same neighbour town from where I had found the 1st one. The 1st place I went was the same nut & screw -store from where I had bought the right handed nut too, but the said coldly that they don`t have any nuts with that type and size. Next thing I followed a tip from the bus chauffeur who lives in the same village with me and visited 1 nut & screw -store that locates in a bit hidden place and I was happy to get the right kind of nut. And I must admit I think the sales person smiled nicely and served me politely, although it may not be the most common thing to see a woman buying nuts, especially KNOWING exactly what she wants. (At least usually in the local store here where they sell this kind of stuff all women usually look rather uncomfortable and unsure when trying to tell what their hubbies/mates had asked them to get for`em.)

But there would be nothing to be written and told if the story would have gone forward that smoothly after getting the right kind of nut (and 2 spare nuts just in case I destry the 1st one). On this morning when being disorded from fever in my thoughts I forgot the nut bag home on the dining table and remember that in the bus that I nearly missed. My mom was pissed off because she was sleeping when I called to her and asked her to go to my place, pick the bag from there and send it to me along with the later bus. She did it but gave me a big yadda-yadda-yadda about forgetting things continuously. (I don`t do that so often as she claims! Sometimes Iclaim I had forgotten although I would have remembered things just perfectly.)

At school teacher said we`re gonna clean up the whole hall and wash the floors - so my car was only liftet as up as possible along with the other cars that still hugn at the garage and we started to brush the dirt off the floor. I had told the teacher I had fever and how much but he didn`t comment that in any way. Only the best screwer-student who himself has officially still a couple of months sick leave because of his heart problems, said I`m nuts since I came to school for the 2nd day already with fever. Anyway, I tried to work along with the rest, although it turned that way me and the other girl were removinng the sand/dirt piles the most, while the certain guys were just chatting and leaning on their brushes. We got it done well before the morning`s coffee break and I had to go to meet the bus chauffeur to get my nuts to get my car ready for the ride back home. I was almost at the right bus stop when the bus passes it without seeing me. Great! I had to walk fast to the bus station to where that bus was heading to reach it before it leaves from there. I did it and walked quicklyback to the school only to return to the mid of coffee break. Me and the other girl from my class cooked some coffee while the metal girl had hot chocolate and we were chatting this and that; merely about our teacher who seems to act such a buddy to the boys of our class but at least I have had difficulties to take the right kind of role in front of him. That`s because I don`t always know what he expects me to be. At times he talks to me like if I were still the same aged or even younger than the bous of our class but then in the next place he talks to me like adult to adult and expects me to be on the same level. And of course th most problematic case comes when I`m working with my car: he says I`m responsible from my own car, that he can`t make decisions for me relating to my car. Perhaps, but that`s not what I expect! Even if I`m working with my own car, I`m still after all a total newbie in the garages and most of the time I have no idea or very weak kind of haunch about that what I should do to do the (little) fixings for my car. All I wish is that he would explain what I should do or what he recommends - give the cold facts and his recommendations and then let me to decide what to do: follow his suggestion or ignore it. That would ease my unknowingness, give a better picture to me about what I`m doing / going to do or what I should do. A beginner can`t know what`s wrong with his/her car or possibly makes totally wrong kind of diagnosis, while even at times the pros make mistakes.

After the coffee break we started to wash the floor - brushing as hard as we could, me along aswell. We were nearly finished the brushing I think, when I started to feel weak and a little bit dizzy and I took support with my left hand from the nearest 4-pilar lift. I leaned my head a little bit forward and downwards and tried to breath calmly to catch the strenght back. After a little while of that everything went black and the next thing I know was that the other girl is asking "Ar you alright?!" and pushes me to shake mi awake. She said she had heard a knock and seen me on the floor and I heard all kind of noise and buzzing raising among the boys. Then I heard the teacher`s voice asking what`s happened and he comes to me, as well as bunch of 1st and 3rd year boys when he tells I need to be gotten to the fresh air. I think it was the best screwer of my class (the one with the heart problems) who was already grabbing on my left foot to carry me to thelift doors of the garage but I pulled my foot away, so that he wouldn`t stress himself too much (That`s at least what I remember to have been thinking.) and with some help from the girl, teacher and 1 guy I didn`t notice who it was, but I think it was1 of the 3rd year students, I got up on my feet and felt myself like if I were trembling a bit. They helped me to the lift doors and arrange me a chair where I can sit still and catch some fresh air via the door that was now ajar and the teacher ordered the girl to stay with me just in case, which was just good for her because of all the soreness she had aswell in her body. Meanwhile the boys flushes and wiped the floors clean from the strong odoured chemicals. Funny thing was that everybody was concerned about that if I had eaten nothing on this morning and time after time I had to say to everyboydy that I had. I just can`t start my day at 6am without eating at least something, knowing that our lunch starts around 11am. 5 hours without eating? No go! And I don`t faint if I feel starwed or weak from the lack of food - I start to feel like if I would have to puke.
Slowly I started to recover and finally I was back in such condition, that I would have wanted to go to wipe the floors too - I even told that to the teachers who were watching how the boys worked, but my saviour from the labor was that there wasn`t enough of the dryers. So I sat unwillingly on the car brake & shock braker tester only to hear from my teacher that I should go to sit back to the doorway or elsewhere where the air circles more. I ignored him because I was feeling a bit tired after my mental struggle against my desire to go back to work. Unfortunatly, he was right again because I hadn`t been sitting there for a long time when I started to cough and gasp air. The girl was fortunately close by me and I picked the keys of my locker from my pocket and asked her to bring me my attack medicine. And when she brought it my teacher was again yadda-yadda-yadda about that I`m again taking medicines, suffocating myself in the corner where air doesn`t change and having as the result an asthma attack. (Again? Last time I had to take medicine at school was when we were brushing the hall clean just before autumn leave and then I had to take that medicine because I laughed so much that I nearly suffocated myself!)
Soon after that the boys are finished and we`re sent to have our lunch break. I walked close to the walls all the time just in case but I felt much better when I got some food in my already rather empty stomach. After the lunch me and the girl went to the school nurse who came soon from her lunch break too, and took us in. I told her what happened and she wrote me 3 days of sick leave from work and denied from me a permission to drive back home. DENIED! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGH! I had to leave my beautiful white prince at school! And then there was still the nut unfastened and the other wheels had their nuts unlocked. I was worrying about that it would hang there at school for the whole week, but the other girl tried to comfort me by saying that if she knew at all our teacher (She`s re-doing the 1st year because she was skipping too much lessons last year, so she knows him a bit better than I do.) he would have done that for me already. And when we stepped into the garage I nearly bumped to my car`s nose and it was standing on its 4 wheels ready to ride home. The teacher appeared then to us and he said he guessed I would be banned from driving for this day. (He had said a bit earlier to me he`s not going to take the responsebility of that I would faint again behind the wheel and crash with a lorry and I had said back that I wouldn`t faint there again - that much I know myself already.) Well, at least he allowed me to drive the car out of the garage on it`s parking place (**Sourly** Wow... about 15 metres!) but then I got a ride from the girl and we headed to the bus station from where I took a bus ride home just to hear my dad commenting to me when I told him all this that "How`s that possible? You aren`t THAT weak!". Well, although after the lunch I didn`t have the fever anymore, add the morning`s fever, a lot of physical & mental stress, asthma/allergies and the strong odours and you get a cooking that can cause the described result added with that the washing chemicals ate the surface of my hair that touched the floor (They said I had hit my head too, although I didn`t feel it hurting not until later on the early evening.) and my hair feels still very sticky and coarse even if I`ve washed it twice already whith repairing shampoo and hair conditioner. If this doesn`t get any better, I must cut my hair shorter.