I feel Icky
I can never remember, is it "Feed a fever, starve a cold." or "Starve a fever, feed a cold." - I mean, it's not like "Righty-tighty, lefty-loosey", that makes sense. Another one that gets me is the one about the color of the sky, something about weather, and whether or not you should sail your ship - that one's so obscure I can't remember more than that.
All I know is that I don't like being sick. Besides feeling icky, I feel stupid whenever I try to get those two little cold pills out of the impossible blister pack. I'm sick for crying out loud - I'm shakey, listless, queezy and on edge - give me my medicine already! If it weren't for scissors, my cold would surely turn into cholera.
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