Fiding a bad code

I hab a code. A bad code in da doze. I woke ub thiz morning and feld awful and I only feel wurz as dime goes by.  Bud I have do go do work zo now udder people will get my code, doo. I’m zorry.
     Advil helpz a liddle bud nod as much as a hod toddy, which I can’d dake do work. Doo bad.
     Maybe I god id ad de ear doctor’s office yesderday where snoddy-nosed liddle kids somedimes run around. You’d thing they would spray for dose. But who knows?
     All I know iz, I’d really lige to wride zomethin clever today bud all I really wand do do is go back to sleeb. I’ll try again nexd dime.