In Which I... Er... Try To Think Of Stuff (Achoo)

It's someone's birthday, I am fairly sure.

But I can't find it eas'ly in the haze

Of Nyquil. Facebook shows me naught. Endure

With me this anguish. If it's you, don't laze

And brush it off. I'm feeling bad enough.

My springtime trip through Hades has begun.

It happens ev'ry year; I've not the stuff

To beat it just by resting, it seems. None

Of my most trusted remedies have stepped

Up to take on this crud -- though I have just

Remembered I have Mucinex. I get

Confused on sick days, as I 'spose one must

Whose clock is out of whack, who is on drugs

Whose life's reduced to battling with these bugs.