When you are Sick
There’s a whole lot of “ick“.
A runny nose, a rolling tummy
A rolling tummy,
A phlegmy cough,
Take your pick.
When I was younger I was a picky eater. I feared trying new foods because if I didn’t like it, the food would make me gag.
An “uncle” once made me eat a piece of fat. With everyone around the table, I put it in my mouth. I knew I wouldn’t like it, but I was pressured into it. I gagged as usual and spit it out into a napkin. That was very icky. To this day, I cut off every bit of fat from my meat.
I’m glad the expression chewing the fat” has nothing to do with eating the icky substance.
Thank you, Linda, for this week’s Stream of Consciousness prompt.