And cough and cough.
I been doing that a lot this morning.
Am worried that I am getting sick.
I hate being sick. (Well, duh. Who enjoys being sick?)
I also hate taking medicine. (Why can’t they ever taste like real candy?)
And I hate going to the hospital. (Always a chance the visit will end with a needle in my arm, or some place worse).
I don’t want to be sick.
It’s ridiculous. It’s been hot all week…
I also have a headache. But that could just be the little hypochondriac residing in my crazy little head. (actually, according to my wife, my head is big. Like the mayor hamburger dude from McDonalds. She sometimes calls me lollipop. I try not to cry.)