Sick

I was sick as sick can be,
all bundled in my bed.
Immobilized to my surprise,
and throbbing in my head.
It never once occurred to me,
that I was running late.
Now rushed and worried,
here I am! Feeling such a state.
I hope this poem will suffice,
to keep my grade in check.
If not, "I tried," is what I'll say,
and hug my toy Linebeck.