There’s a monster come live in my throat forcing me into an involuntary vow of silence and a sustenance of hot soups and herbal teas. Normally, I wouldn’t mind so much (for who wouldn’t mind lounging on bed all day, in jammies no less, under warm fluffy blankets with a hot cuppa and a delicious mystery on a cold winter’s day?) if it weren’t for the constant itchy-scratchy-on-fire-swallowing-shards-of-glass-kinda P.A.I.N.!!!
So, I’ve been sitting here since yesterday, drowning my pain in cup after cup of hot tea and a delicious mystery trying my darndest to ignore the pain and pretending that I am on an unexpected and unexpectedly wonderful vacation. And its working. Almost.
Something’s gotta grab
Of my wee trilly throat
Quick, is it a monster
Or a silly billy goat?