Nothing
could be better
Than a
sick day during the week
Conversely
Nothing could
be worse
Than a
sick day on the weekend
I got the
worse option
Probably karma
Because I half
faked a sick day on Monday
Now I have
been half sick since Friday night
I would
really rather have the full blown treatment
With the vomiting
and the runs
That goes
for 24 hours
Followed by
an accelerated recovery
What I have
is an iron constitution
That has
decided to hold the ranks
Prevent a
retreat, stall an advance
For two
days, allowing me to remain
Mostly functional,
teetering on the edge
It is the indecision
that is killing me
Sequestered
on Sunday evening
Finally heading
down the sick path
While the
rest of the house
Feeling better
and making cookies
Look at me
critically and ask their mother
“What’s
his problem?”
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