Day 1 Sunday: My suspicions were aroused when I began hearing a cough coming from down the hall. (We normally call it the Sunday Cough.) This Sunday Cough was even more suspicious, due to the fact that it was also a Fast Sunday Cough. And while everyone knows how easy it is to fake a fever, I'm not quite sure how she managed the red rimmed eyes. I let her stay home on the red-eye technicality.
Day 2 Monday: Her make-up artist must have used some very advanced techniques, adding a puffy eyed look to the red rims. Almost as if she was really sick. - - Well, to the UNTRAINED eye, maybe. After hearing that chest cough all day long (sheesh the lengths some people will go to just to get a little r&r!), Monday afternoon we got a hold of the doctor, who will hereby be referred to as her accomplice. He thought she really needed some antibiotics and a heavy duty cough syrup.
Day 3 Tuesday: Slept most of the day, interrupted only by waking up either freezing or sweating and needing more meds.
Day 4 Wednesday: Still coughing, though she has decided today that it would be more "realistic" to cut the fever. She has no idea I'm onto her game. But since she says she's dizzy when she stands up, AND she's still employing that darn make-up artist, I decide to have her stay home one more day. Incidentally, today she asks for "lunch".
(Hey, you want lunch? Lunch is a privilege for people who go to school, girlfriend!)
Day 5 Thursday: Wakes up with a headache, and is still beating that "Sunday Cough" routine like a dead horse. She's switched make-up artists, though, and is now employing someone who apparently worked on the movie Twilight, and had lots of white pancake make-up left over. (No sparkles, though.)
I have no idea what tomorrow will bring. I only know that my captivity will continue long into next week, when the faking is over, but the school make-up work begins. Stay tuned.