I don't know what to do, so I'll keep doing what I'm doing. Writing this is what's keeping me sane.
I went to get my mom out of the garage. When I opened the door, she pushed in and knocked me right down to the floor. My mom is big, she's got a really squishy body and I couldn't roll her off me. I've never seen her move that quick or aggressively.
She's got the same demented thing as everyone else who got sick has. She bit my left hand really hard on the palm... It really hurts....
I didn't know what else to do. There was a rock on the floor that fell when my dad was rampaging through the kitchen after me.
It's a rock that I painted up to look like a frog back when I was like 7.... I didn't know how to stop her from biting me...
I'm sorry mom. I thought I would just stun you.....