Oh the Woe!

Oh the Woe of being sick!

The feeling that surely, surely

Your stomach really would feel better

If it were not on the inside.

Oh the Woe of being sick!

The knowledge that truly, truly

Your head will not blow into as many pieces

As it is currently threatening to.

Oh the Woe of being sick!

The moaning, and groaning,

And hacking, and coughing.

The clearing of throats, and the blowing of noses,

Which echoes across the sanctuary

So early each Sunday morning.

But oh the Woe of being sick,

Which is so easily forgotten!

By the sipping of Seven-Up,

The nibbling of Saltine crackers,

And the coziness of sleeping in the afternoon.

The company of fellow sick ones,

Who are oh so eager to play games,

To cuddle,

And to bring the sick bucket when needed.

The End.

When I go to college, I most certainly am going to pack a "sick basket."

It will contain the following:

a 2 liter bottle of 7-up

a box of Saltines

several tea bags

an old, 1-gallon, plastic ice cream tub

a letter from Mom

several Tums (simply to remind me of my family, who believes that Tums are the answer to everything)

Libeth

a deck of cards

a sleeping bag and pillow (so that I can sleep on the bathroom floor)

Rebekah Grace,

your slightly goofy,

and mostly feeling healthy again

Friend