I need my beauty sleep.
I lay me down upon my bed,
To seek a little sleep.
Begins the drip, begins the hack,
No rest – no dreaming deep.
It does no good, I cannot breathe,
Downstairs I go to find
Some solace from the toss and turn,
Diversion for my mind.
Coughing, spewing, bleary-eyed,
Upright, just snot and me,
At 2 am I find myself
Alone with QVC.
*Dedicated to my sister Lib, and all our fellow-sufferers, alone in the night with our Kleenex and our remote controls. May we be breathing easier soon.
Peg-o-Leg's Ramblings 
I – achoo! – hear ya, sis! 🙂
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Happy drainage!
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Look on the bright side: sickness almost always leads to weight loss!
Seriously though, feel better. And kudos to you for writing a poem when you’re under the weather. Done in true dedicated blogger fashion.
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That has been an unexpected benefit – can’t taste anything. Happy Birthday, Jackie!
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As the ad told us many years ago, “A summer cold is a different animal.” Get well soon.
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Thank you. It has been a week and all I want is a good night’s sleep.
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Poor Peg (and Libster)! Hope you shake the cruds soon. They are a huge bother in the warm weather. It seems I always get the cruds late spring, just before the end of the school year, so I can be miserable at graduation when I have to give an award speech.
Hang in there. Get well before this weekend or no kisses for you.:)
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I am never ill, hence I am a huge, whiny baby when I am. I will avoid bringing any germs home with me.
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Get well soon…. it’s so unfair to have a cold in the summer.. I prescribe a large whisky / ginger / lemon and honey to help you feel better.
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Thanks for the prescription, Dr. Eileen. I’ll take two of those tonight before bedtime.
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Oh, I feel very badly for you, but you brightened our collective day with your little drippy-nosed ditty. Bravo to you for turning a yucky feeling into a funny post!
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Sending phlegm-coated thank yous your way (eeeeew!).
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Sorry to hear you are still not feeling well. Please wear a mask when you come to BC and maybe you should stay on the boat or with Lib!
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Hardy, har – hack, hack – har. You know how generous I am – what’s mine is yours!
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Peg, another thought about your photo above… you really need to consider laser hair removal… just a loving suggestion about your otherwise beautiful mug!
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Darn! I’ve been found out. I usually shave before I leave the house so nobody knows my guilty secret.
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Poor Peg-o-leg’s gotten quite wheezy
Not to mention a little bit sneezy
In an effort to cheer her
But still not get near her
I’m sending this limerick so cheesy.
(You blog better sick than most of us do well.)
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When the flu has a grip on a gal,
Sometimes all that she needs is a pal.
Somebody to cheer her
(But not getting too near her)
Big Thanks to Big Hearted Big Al.
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Very nice. Get well soon!!!
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I am in awe, Big Al! Limerick in reply to a poetic verse. You guys rock! That’s why I hang out at this blogsite and check all the creative, cool comments!
Carry on, oh masters of the word!
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It’s just not fair to get a cold during the summer.
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You’re right! Where do I go to lodge a complaint?
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I know how you feel. I still can’t get use to it on this UK weather changes. Now sore throat, constant headache, remote x 2, tea and juice & blanket…. I need proper summer!
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Sorry to hear you have joined the misery club. Day 8 and still not sleeping through the night. Hope we are feeling better soon!
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I can honestly say that this is the first time I’ve ever seen the word “snot” in a poem…made my day! Thanks for the giggle!
Hope you’re feeling better soon, Peggy!
Wendy
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I have a feeling Shakespeare is not turning in his grave, worrying about me as competition. High art, it ain’t.
I think I slept through the night last night, but woke up coughing so I can’t be sure. Thanks for the good wishes, Wendy.
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