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A few days ago, twelve to be exact, my little son came home from school complaining of a headache.  He had never said the word “headache” before so I knew it wasn’t good.

No only was it not good, it was horrible.  His headache lead to a fever, runny nose and cough.  My husband and I cared for him over the weekend feeling hopeful he would recover quickly and no one else would get sick.  Only part of our hopes came true.  Little Boy did get better and headed back to school.  However, everyone one else in the family got ill…very ill.

I wrote a little song describing the horrendous experience of having everyone (including me) get sick within a short period.  It’s called, The Twelve Days of Illness.  It’s to be sung to the familiar tune, “Twelve Days of Christmas”.

Twelve Days of Illness

On the first day of illness my little son said to me, “Momma, I have a headache.”

On the second day of illness Little Boy said to me, “I feel hot.”

On the third day of illness my husband said to me, “My body aches”.

On the fourth day of illness my husband said to me, “I’m going to bed.”

On the fifth day of illness I listened to the noise,”Cough, cough, cough, cough.”

On the 6th day of illness Tall Boy said to me, “My nose is clogged.”

On the 7th day of illness my husband said to me, “We need more meds.”

On the 8th day of illness Old Boy said to me, “I don’t feel well.”

On the 9th day of illness my husband said to me, “Being sick sucks”.

On the 10th day of illness my family said to me, “We’re out of juice.”

On the 11th day of illness I told my family, “My throat hurts.”

On the 12th day of illness I told my family, “I lost my voice.”

Okay, now from the 12th day.  Sing together everyone.

I lost my voice.

My throat hurts.

We’re out of juice.

Being sick sucks.

I don’t feel well.

We need more meds.

My nose is clogged.

Cough, cough, cough, cough. (5th)

I’m going to bed. 

My body aches.

I feel hot.

And Momma, I have a headache.

Happy to report we all slowly getting better.  Slowly is the key word here.  My voice is sounding a bit more like Kathleen Turner than Donald Duck.  That is good news.

Stay well friends and stay clear of sick five-year olds.