The next morning I woke up and was feeling a lot better, Dad, Kevin, Joe, Nick, Frankie, Lucas and Logan came to visit me again. My stomach was feeling better or I thought until breakfast came, and I took one drink of the juice that I had, and then I threw-up; this time Nick knew that, I was going to throw-up and held the bucket for me. I said thank you for all you have done for me this week, and they all said you’re welcome. I obviously wasn't ready to go home yet, the nurse came in and saw that I had threw-up and said that I was staying here for today. I moaned and said I am fine if I don't eat or drink anything. She said that I had to eat and keep it down if I was going to go home. I said okay, but still refused to finish my juice. The nurse took my temperature and it had gone down to 103.1. I was not feeling better, and still couldn't keep anything down. I still had diarrhea though, and it was a big huge mess since I was still going like every five minutes. We went through a lot of diapers, I didn't want any of the nurses to change me, and I just wanted my family to change my diapers. The nurses still wouldn't let my family just change me, but they did let them do all of the work, and they still had to be in there with me. It was not fun, at all. I still threw-up every five minutes though on top of it, so someone would be changing me while someone else would be holding the bucket. I still hated everything the nurses did though, they were just like don't roll her too <b>...</b>