I'm talking fever-induced-delirium,
throat feels like I swallowed A LOT of razor blades,
head is under water,
200 lb wart hog laying on my chest,
my germs laugh at Nyquil
sick.
The kind of sick that makes you dream of
the good old days
when you could breathe,
had a voice,
could laugh without breaking out into
an emphysema like coughing attack,
and could face people without the fear of the
out of control snot fountain
shooting out of your nose.
I woke up sick Monday morning,
and have been battling all week.
It has been that kind of sickness that is the worst
because I was so achy and tired
that I couldn't do anything.
Like suddenly holding up my paperback book was like holding
a 50 lb weight.
And my underwater head couldn't comprehend the words on the page anyway.
And so here comes my gratitude for the week.
I would like to thank that fabulous person that thought up ...
the DVD box set.
Thank heaven I could pop in a DVD to entertain me.
It was nice to come to,
in between my fever induced coma and coughing spasms,
and spend some time with Kirk and Miss Patty.
Nothing is more comforting than some Luke,
and some witty banter.
(Misery ALWAYS loves a little Stars Hollow company!)
And the box set allows it to be there whenever you need it!
Dear Inventor of the DVD Box Set,
Thanks for making my sick week
a little easier to get through.
Sincerely,
Really Glad I Woke Up This Morning
With The Ability to Breathe Through Both Nostrils