A Song for the Sick

When I was a kid we watched West Side Story all the time. I can recite every line and can do it all the different voices. My R rolling for any of the Shark dialog is perfect and my Natalie Wood fake Latina accent is also spot on. So when I sat down to write this post about how sick I felt, this is what happened.

I Feel Icky (sung to the tune of “I Feel Pretty”)

I feel Icky. Oh so Icky. I feel sickly and funky and tired. And so Icky, cause my throat feels like its on fire.

I feel shitty. Oh so shitty. A committee would pity how I’ve been. And so icky, my defense is Amoxicillin.

See that pretty box of tissue there? Can you hand it here before I sneeze?
Not another cough. Not another groan. Not another ache. Not another moan.

I feel tired. Uninspired. Get more fluids and rest is what I’m told,

For I’m Sick. With an Icky, terrible Cold!

La la la hack la la cough ahhhchoo!

S.I.C.K.

Stuffy.

My nose is all stuffed up and I cannot breathe. I hate sounding like a telephone operator (although I do not think I have ever heard a telephone operator sound like that but whatever).

Itchy.

My eyes are itchy. My throat is kind of itchy. I hate that tickle at the make of my throat. I swear, it's like I was cleaning a cat, the way cat's do it. HACK.

Coughing.

My lungs are dry and hurt each time I cough. And the cough comes from way down by my toes.

Ketones

Since my blood sugars has been over the top I keep waiting to see them show up but luckily I have been okay. I raised my basal rate in hopes to bring them down and it working ever so slowly.

Now, back to bed.

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