I still have the plague.

Head so dizzy
Body weak
Cough so phlegmy
Hard to speak.

Voice is raspy,
Throat is sore,
Just getting up
Is quite the chore.

Brain is tired,
Hard to write,
And on that note,
I'll say good night.

Frog in Throat

You'd think something that took me all day to write would be better.  This possible cold is making my head hurt.

Croaky voice
And throat so ouchy
I want to curl up
On my couchy.

I would like to make
A blanket nest,
And sleep all day,
A lovely rest.

My children hear this
And guffaw.
They have no sympathy
For their Ma.

Instead, I'll pretend
This is fun:
I'll go outside
And do a run.

Kids in stroller,
Makes it tough.
Still, I am trying
Huff huff puff puff.

Now I am coughing,
Head's feeling light.
Perhaps I'll just walk,
That feels alright.

Looking forward to bedtime,
My cozy duvet,
Hope I feel better tomorrow
Than I did today.