peggy-anne-mckay

i have been sick the last few days. funny to me how throughout the holidays i didn't feel too good, yet powered on, soaking up every day off work and holiday festivity i could.

ah yes, then new year's day rolls around and the fun is beginning to dwindle...i spent the first day of this great year at a doc-in-a-box holding my ear and screaming. i suddenly came down with an ear and upper respitory infection (read: my body refuses to be sick in fun, but when it's time to rest or go back to work, shuts completely down). i've decided that much like little peggy-anne-mckay from shel silverstein's book of our childhood, i seriously start to feel better once fun approaches. all week i've been dragging and suddenly i feel so much better with friday being here, having saturday on the horizon.

I Cannot Go To School Today!
by Shel Silverstein

"I cannot go to school today"
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
"I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.

My mouth is wet, my throat is dry.
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox.

And there's one more - that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut, my eyes are blue,
It might be the instamatic flu.

I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke.
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in.

My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My toes are cold, my toes are numb,

I have a sliver in my thumb.

My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,

I think my hair is falling out.

My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,

There's a hole inside my ear.

I have a hangnail, and my heart is ...
What? What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is .............. Saturday?

G'bye, I'm going out to play!"