I Think I'm Sick

Got a fever?
Feel a chill?
Call the doctor
If you’re ill.

Take two aspirin,
Go to bed.
Call tomorrow,
Unless you’re dead.

Have had the woozy head, sore throat thing for 2.5 days. But I am holding my own - drinking Airbourne like it’s party punch. I thought back to a day in May 1988, when Kent and I were waiting in Dr. Taylor’s office. Kent was sick with fever, sore throat, etc. The poem just came tapping out of my toe. We read it to Dr. Taylor and he almost fell off the stool laughing and asked for a copy, and since my only copy was on a scrap of paper that I wrote on in the waiting room, he sent his nurse in with a piece of paper to get a copy which they hung in the office. So once upon a time a copy of this little ditty was hanging around – somewhere.