I felt sick enough this morning
that I could barely drag my haggard carcass out of bed
Sick enough that making coffee seemed like an exhausting chore
not sick enough to allow myself to stay in bed.
So I muddled through
wishing I could just pour yesterdays Joe into an iv bag
I was late, sluggish, worthless and lackadaisical.
If I cant be well, I would rather be really sick
instead of living in the guilt ridden sludge of in between.