And now you are sick just from reading this.

So yeah... I am sick. Stuffed up and miserable I am.
I even wrote bad poetry about it:

chills, stuffiness, head swells
sinuses say I am being punished

phlegm fills me
like no other... i am full.

my brain no longer fits
inside my excuse for a skull

pounding, dripping misery
throbs mightily towards sleep

boogers slide merrily
down the slippery slope
of breath

mucus invades me
pushing ever outward
into a paper cloud

germs breed and grow
into pretty little starfish
and swim with glee