Sick

Last night I got that heavy, prickly feeling that usually signals my annual sickness. The heavy head, the scratchy throat, the vertigo when I make any sudden movements.

So I prayed that at least I wouldn't get strep, my fatal weakness, and I'm grateful my prayers were answered. Even though it's a miserable feeling not being able to go anywhere without a trail of Kleenex or hold my head up for more than a few minutes of time, I embrace my sickness as a chance to rest.

My arsenal for battling sickness is lots of water, orange juice, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and of course, my beloved Bayton.

What is your weapon of choice?