Sick

Sick by Shel Silverstein

"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!"

This is one of my favorite poems of all times. I grew up on Shel. I know a lot of this poem by heart but not all of it. I so wish the end was true for Eriks but alas, he is sick and is going nowhere. Took his temp a few minutes ago - just under 101. Poor kid. He's coughing less and his nose is not running so you couldn't tell he was sick except for the flushed cheeks. He's parked in our bed today watching TV with mommy - i.e. being spoiled. Right now it's Ni Hao Kai-Lan. But there's not much else to do when you're not feeling well. He hasn't watched this much TV in a month. I can blame good 'ol Mother Nature on this one as it's her fault that the temps go from near 60 to highs in the 20's and then back to the mid 60's (65 tomorrow is forecast). Grrrr...just make up your mind!!!

I'm heading to the spa tomorrow for a good aromatherapy rub down, a facial and a pedicure on my really dry rough feet. Can't help it. My circulation sucks and therefore my feet suffer. They've been this way my whole life (definitely worse in the Winter thanks to the super dry air) and there's not a darn thing I can do about it except get the tootsies pampered.

Even though the little man is sick, I do love the photo I took while he was napping earlier.