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{February 16, 2013}   Blogging in Bed

Today is one of those days where I wish I had a brilliant post already done and ready to post. You see, blogging today was one of the last things I felt like doing. I am currently in bed with a sweater, nose either running or stopped up when I’m not sneezing, head aching as well as the rest of me and feeling like my body is in pieces.Sorry ahead of time if any guys are reading this but I was also blessed with my monthly a couple days ago so my head feels like it’s separated and in one location and everything below my neck feels like it’s in another. Today was supposed to be a Date Day with the hubby but obviously that got canceled. So I apologize for a rather dull post today but I must now go back to resting so I can feel normal again!



{December 4, 2011}   Switching Heads

I wish it were possible to switch heads the way you switch shoes. This head on my shoulders currently feels out of place and full of pain. Added to my tooth pain, I have gained a head cold, replete with coughing, sneezing, stuffiness, headache and fever. It’s time like this, I wish to detach my head for one in no pain. Unfortunately, no one has invented this yet, so for now I am stuck wishing this sickness away and getting very acquainted with my bed. Hopefully, I am doing better tomorrow so I can visit more rooms other than my bedroom.



I am SO sick and tired of being sick and tired! The only way I don’t just stay coughing my lungs up continuously is if I down Nyquil, pop a cough drop, put Vicks Vapor rub all over my chest and the bottoms of my feet, perform a few acupressure tricks I found online and sleep…..and if I wake up, try to go back to sleep. As long as I stay sleeping, I am usually fine and don’t cough as much. The second I decide to sit up for awhile or move around, it’s back to the non-stop coughing. And then if my husband decides he wants to talk to me, it gets worse. Why, you ask? Because if I start talking too much, I eventually cough so much that I can’t stop. So I try to tell him I will talk later because I need to rest my voice. Of course, he seems to think this is hilarious that I need to rest my voice. But it’s the truth! It helps if I remain quiet and don’t talk. And sleep is good as well. I DO get tired of just sleeping though, but I guess it becomes the lesser enemy eventually. Either cough my lungs up and the replacement pair that I do not have, as well….or sleep through it all and hope eventually I will wake up to the end of the horrible cough.

I hate coughing…..I swear, it’s an annoying little devil at the back of my throat playing tickle back there and I am considering murder for the first time in my life…..If only I could reach the devil that’s doing it…..I would so kill it right now!

I miss doing my blog so much and I can not wait to finally feel better so I can get back to it…right now, I just want to make the coughing stop…..: (



Yea, you guessed it, a late blog because I am feeling down IN the dumps. BUT just because I am, doesn’t mean everyone else has to be. Being sick today made me think of an old poem that I absolutely loved when I was a little girl. It’s a poem by the great Shel Silverstein. You may remember the book “Where the Sidewalk Ends”. I owned that book and I still think that book and his others are great for getting kids into poetry and showing how fun it can be.

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 the 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 toes are 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’s 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!”

Hope this puts a smile on your face whether you are down in the dumps or above the clouds tonight!



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