Being home sick

The worst feeling for me is boredom, when I get bored bad things tend to happen and I usually end up getting in more trouble than it's worth.
Today was the first day that I have ever left school early because I wasn't feeling good, not that I've never had a stomach ache before. This time my stomach ache was excruciating and I had to run to the bathroom and you can see where I'm going from here, not a very pretty image.
So my teacher sent me urgently to the nurse with a pass, she is a germaphobic so I saw her reach for the germ ex as I walked out of the room.
The nurse prompted me with the question, what's wrong. I told her what happened in the bathroom, excluding the disguisting and grimy details of what I had for breakfast in a puddle in the toilet bowl.
She then asked me if I wanted to lay down or call one of my parents and be excused for the rest of the day. I chose the latter of the two options. I went back to my teachers room, grabbed my stuff, told her I was leaving and then signed out at the main office.
My mom then decided she didn't want to pick me up, so I had to drive myself home in my tiny little car while I was crippled over by a malignant pain in my middle stomach region.
So I drove home and I had another incident much like the one in the bathroom only this time it was outside in the snow, and it wasn't nearly as gross but it still us putrid.
I was left at home curled up in my bed with a horrible pain for the rest of the day, on top of that my cough made it so that I couldn't get to sleep at home. About three I crawled out of bed to make myself toast and get a glass of orange juice, those were the only two things I could hold down. So that was basically my day. And now I am ending this day with this blog post and am going to bed for an indefinate amount of time, though I know I have a doctors appointment in the morning around ten.
I know I would much rather be at school that at home laying sick in my bed, rather than puking my guts out. Besides I happen to like school quite a bit.