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| Thank goodness for hot tea! |
This morning I literally woke up on the wrong side of the bed- sore throat, no voice, bad cough, achy stomach, and an intense feeling of guilt because I knew I couldn't make it to work today. (YES, I managed to "score" an invite to a pity party for one... but, unfortunately, I really don't feel well at all!) I'll spare you and won't go into detail about how awful I feel (you're welcome) because the poem I found, below, this morning when I goggled "sick of being sick" describes my status well.
Being sick clouds my mind
I am sick
I feel like crap
my nose is leaking
just want to nap
My sight is blurry
my throat just hurts
read medicine labels
for caution alerts
been drinking juices
and blowing my nose
my body screams aches
from head to my toes
won't go to the doctor
will just stay in bed
while gibberish poems
dance in my head
just watching TV
screening old movies
will old characters help
and simply behoove me
I'm seeking ideas
my head in a cloud
quiet shy ladies
or men who are loud
The story lines blur
as I fall fast asleep
thoughts are all jumbled
some goofy some deep
I wake up and ponder
what time is it now
juice and more vitamins
give false hope somehow
I hate being sick
my mind doesn't work
I wish I was healthy
my normal self quirk.
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