Brad and I got sick last Sunday. It was awful. I have felt sick on and off all week. Things are starting to clear up but feeling sick reminded me of a poem I wrote when I was in fifth grade or so.
When I was a child, I was introduced to Shel Silverstein. I wanted to be a poet too. I'd sit on the floor in front of my armoir writing random poems. I don't remember most of them, but I can recite this one:
Being Sick is No Fun
Being sick is no fun-
I think I have a fever of 102.
My throat is sore, my back aches bad.
This is the worst day I've ever had.
Haha. On a side note, I know what I'm getting my mom for Christmas and I'm so excited about it!