sick

There is a poem by Shel Silverstein which I will not lie in these last few days I believe I could quote the words and claim them as true. And right now besides my flowers I got today   : ) this poem is the only thing that makes me smile after spending the last 4 days inside. only with brief moments in the outside world.

And and section of my friend shel. 

"my tonsils are as big as rocks...

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 is caving in...

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 shunk, 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! "

The sad thing was I only got to go play one night which was good. I meet grandparents, and tried to swallow all that i could with a smile still on my face. They tell my tonselitisis (sp?) is going around this place. ehh. thanks doc. I still feel like crap and well I can't swallow well, and truly haven't eaten a real meal since wednesday. Good news is I am keeping hydrated, and am sleeping well between a random cough which hurts, so then I wake up...6 or so times in the night. Only to drink cold water to sooth...wait but that hurts too! eek! 

I just want to be better...no more sickness!