I really dislike being sick.
I woke up at 4:30 this morning feeling like I was drowning.
I don’t like sore throats.
I don’t like stuffy heads.
I don’t like what sick does to my voice. If I am not making sounds like a man who has smoked his whole life, then I am squeaky like a mouse.
I can’t sing to the radio when I am sick. I tried and the sound that escaped made me feel sicker.
Sicker, is that even a word?
I don’t like that I can’t teach Berry.
I don’t like that she is sick too.
I don’t like that I have a party scheduled at my house Friday evening and I have to get better AND get the house clean before then.
I don’t like…SICK
I also don’t like that the house has no groceries and I may have to go out while I’m sick.
Not today…I am doing nothing today but sitting and sleeping and being sick.
OH, and I don’t know that we will do school this entire week. We are SICK!