You Know You're Sick When...

You crave more sleep
Your cough is deep

Your throat is sore
To read’s a chore

Your hunger’s gone
Your face looks drawn

Your headache pounds
You’ve tissue mounds

You can’t go out
Disease-thoughts sprout

You don’t take calls
The day just crawls

At last it’s night
The bed feels right

You hope like hell
You’ll soon feel well