So I am sick with ‘Rona atm
and I wrote a silly little poem about it. The first part accidentally popped into my head last night when I was trying to sleep, and I wrote the rest of it this morning.
Everything is hurting, but especially my head,
I do not have the energy to move beyond my bed.
I’m grumpy and I’m whiney and I’m acting like a child,
But it’s okay ‘cause I am stuck inside my house a while.
My tummy hurts; I’m nauseous and I cannot take deep breaths,
My fever’s gone but it left some nice spinning in my head.
I try to do my stretching and my muscles scream aloud,
I guess I’ll give up trying to live my life and go lie down.

















