This was one of my favorite books when I was a little girl. I loved the humorous way it addressed some of the ickier parts of having an illness. I read it over and over. I even did a informational presentation based on it in my junior high speech class. The pages are now dog-eared and yellow. The front is torn. The book even looks like the poor boy on the cover.
I'm older, like the book. And I'm sick. And sick of being sick.
It's been three weeks now, and I think I should be done with the flu. Just can't get rid of the cough, and it's killing me. Blech.
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