The plague has left me more or less intact.
I counted my fingers, just to relax.
There was a time when the walls seem to dance
a feverish tango, a queer circumstance
to behold while in bed in a dayquil-induced trance.
I feel so much better, my head's not a fog
nor is it spinning (not that that's wrong)
but it seems quite normal, more or less,
not that that's better, it's still quite a mess
in there in my head where my synapses stress.
For a few days, it was still touch and go,
me and my fever, we had quite a row.
My nose did revolt and my tummy did rumble,
And my eyes did cross and my feet did tumble,
then all was calm, cool collected, very humbled.
So now I come to you, my dear blog readers,
To let you know "I'm alive" - not defeated!
It'll take more than a cold to drown me in snot,
and make my life harder then when it is not,
and lead me to victory against the phlegm rot!
Okay - so I'm not Shel Silverstein - but sometimes you just gotta rhyme!
By the way - did ya'all know that if you put a link to your AOL JOURNAL on your AOL PROFILE that AOL WILL THEN DELETE YOUR PROFILE?
Nether did I.... until I was deleted for "inappropriate content." Heh. I'm "inappropriate." Heh. And I have the email to prove it.