I do NOT like being sick! I make the worst sick person EVER! I am not good at holding still and I am not good at staying in bed….I can’t stand having a day go by when I cannot be productive! For me, feeling unproductive hurts almost worse than the aches and pains of being sick! And yet today I have been stuck in bed sick….ALL DAY! Sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching…you name it…I got it. I suppose its my own fault for pushing myself so hard the last few weeks, but gosh darn it being sick sucks! And so before I guzzle a bottle of Nyquil to put myself to sleep for the night I thought it best to FIRST write my blog, since anyone who has seen me on Nyquil will tell you that the last thing I should be doing after I take it is writing anything to anyone 🙂 …….although I am sure whatever I wrote would end up quite entertaining 🙂
It’s funny because as a kid it was a total party to have a cold and need a sick day from school where you got to stay home in bed all day. It was like the best day ever to a kid! Mom made you chicken soup and you got to watch cartoons all day…getting to take a sick day was fantastic as a kid! But as an adult it just doesn’t have the same appeal. Sure you get to take a day off work, but that just means you will have double the work to do tomorrow! And there is no mom there to bring you chicken soup and cartoon network just doesn’t have the same appeal anymore. No sick days for adults are just not fun….
And so to add a little fun to everyone’s life on my sick day I thought I would share a favorite Shel Silverstein poem called Sick that always makes me smile:
“I cannot go to school today,”
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
“I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I’m going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox
And there’s one more–that’s seventeen,
And don’t you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut–my eyes are blue–
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I’m sure that my left leg is broke–
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button’s caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,
My ‘pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is–what?
What’s that? What’s that you say?
You say today is. . .Saturday?
G’bye, I’m going out to play!”
Here is hoping that tomorrow I will feel good enough to go out to play! Have a great day everyone!