SICK



Oh!, how I hate the sound of that word. Have Aliens finally invaded this world. Cold, Flu or what have you, oh how miserable it can make you. Cough, fever, chills, oh the pills we do take when we first begin to ack, why can's God give us a break.

Grab a thermometer, take your temperature, Thank God it's not as high as before. In your bed of woe, tossing to and fro, Oh!, how very miserable and unbelieveable the acking upon awaking. Oh!, how slow the hours do pass,night into day, day into night, Oh here comes that chill again, two more blankets on the bed, oh how often they are spread. Time for medication, oh how I hate the dedication to the time released duration.

See the Doctor, by appointment, you don't want any onintment, oh what a disappointment. Listen to my front and back, breath in, breath out, now take one deep breath, Oh!, all this peel you hear for Doctor Dear, go home, go to bed, take these pills one a day, come back and see me in one week, now please don't weep, for it well only make you weak, and then you won't be able to sleep. What was I doing on that day, that now I must lay and pay for the time of play. Oh!, please come and stay awhile and help me pass the time away. Lonely hours spent alone, oh how I wish I could roam away from home, in a realm of the unknown, but here I must stay and can only pray, as you go away, I can only look as you walk out the door. My I feel awfully sleepy now.

These boring hours never seem to end. Watch TV, fall asleep again, well this ritual ever cease to be. It's beginning to get the best of me. I need to get my strength back again. I'm so tired of feeling so weak, I can't even feel my own feet. It's enough to make me want to weep. Why do I keep falling over in a heep. Oh!, how I hate this feeling of being sick.