{"id":480,"date":"2010-09-05T20:07:46","date_gmt":"2010-09-05T20:07:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ruleroftheelves.com\/?p=480"},"modified":"2010-09-05T20:08:48","modified_gmt":"2010-09-05T20:08:48","slug":"sicko-752","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/theruleroftheelves.com\/?p=480","title":{"rendered":"Sicko 7\/52"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Sicko<\/a><\/p>\n

Someone hasn’t been feeling well the past couple of days, so we have been laying low and taking it easy. Right after I snapped this picture though, she hopped out of bed and asked to go outside to play with the pups. It reminded me of this poem by Shel Silverstein.<\/p>\n

“I cannot go to school today,”
\nSaid little Peggy Ann McKay.
\n“I have the measles and the mumps,
\nA gash, a rash and purple bumps.
\nMy mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
\nI’m going blind in my right eye.
\nMy tonsils are as big as rocks,
\nI’ve counted sixteen chicken pox
\nAnd there’s one more–that’s seventeen,
\nAnd don’t you think my face looks green?
\nMy leg is cut–my eyes are blue–
\nIt might be instamatic flu.
\nI cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
\nI’m sure that my left leg is broke–
\nMy hip hurts when I move my chin,
\nMy belly button’s caving in,
\nMy back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,
\nMy ‘pendix pains each time it rains.
\nMy nose is cold, my toes are numb.
\nI have a sliver in my thumb.
\nMy neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
\nI hardly whisper when I speak.
\nMy tongue is filling up my mouth,
\nI think my hair is falling out.
\nMy elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight,
\nMy temperature is one-o-eight.
\nMy brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
\nThere is a hole inside my ear.
\nI have a hangnail, and my heart is–what?
\nWhat’s that? What’s that you say?
\nYou say today is. . .Saturday?
\nG’bye, I’m going out to play!”<\/center><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Someone hasn’t been feeling well the past couple of days, so we have been laying low and taking it easy. Right after I snapped this picture though, she hopped out of bed and asked to go outside to play with the pups. It reminded me of this poem by Shel Silverstein. “I cannot go to […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[45],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/theruleroftheelves.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/480"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/theruleroftheelves.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/theruleroftheelves.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theruleroftheelves.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theruleroftheelves.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=480"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/theruleroftheelves.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/480\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/theruleroftheelves.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=480"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theruleroftheelves.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=480"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theruleroftheelves.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=480"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}