When I was a kid we watched West Side Story all the time. I can recite every line and can do it all the different voices. My R rolling for any of the Shark dialog is perfect and my Natalie Wood fake Latina accent is also spot on. So when I sat down to write this post about how sick I felt, this is what happened.
I Feel Icky (sung to the tune of “I Feel Pretty”)
I feel Icky. Oh so Icky. I feel sickly and funky and tired. And so Icky, cause my throat feels like its on fire.
I feel shitty. Oh so shitty. A committee would pity how I’ve been. And so icky, my defense is Amoxicillin.
See that pretty box of tissue there? Can you hand it here before I sneeze?
Not another cough. Not another groan. Not another ache. Not another moan.
I feel tired. Uninspired. Get more fluids and rest is what I’m told,
For I’m Sick. With an Icky, terrible Cold!
La la la hack la la cough ahhhchoo!