Nastiness

A Poem by Cynthia

My nose is red
My head is plugged
My eyes are running
My head’s been mugged.
A drill would be
my chosen device
To relieve the pressure
Below my eyes.

Yes, everyone, I think my sinus' are doing me in. I woke up this morning and thought my head had been hijacked. I would've felt great if I could have just unscrewed my head from my neck and replaced it with a new one. Tim dosed me up with medicine, made me some soup, gave me a box of kleenex, and is now watching movies with me. My only concern is cross-contamination. :) But, I told him not to worry, I'll be there for him.

Meanwhile, he has put in a new movie and is waiting for me to finish. He is a good man. :)