Chicken Pox Are Bad
At first the chicken pox weren't that
bad. I could
deal with the itching, with the assistance of my
trusty juice cup and faithful dog.
Mumsy was distraught when the pox kept
poxing
on my face and up in my hair.
When I had the chicken pox, the only
place
I wanted to be was in the bathtub with an
oatmeal soak. Mumsy and I were just trying to
pass the time between doses of medicine.
Sometimes even the bath didn't help.
Probably
because I wasn't being held. I wanted to be held
constantly, either nursing or sleeping my days away.
The only benefit of chicken pox was
being allowed
to go without a diaper for a while. But I wouldn't
really say the pluses outweighed the minuses, people.
Having a diaper on would have just been too mean.
As I started to recover, I began to be
able to sleep
without touching Mumsy. Here I am sacked out
on the lounge downstairs.