Tea & Sympathy

(or My Life for the last few days)

As in "hot" tea (as Southerners call it)
but also "iced" tea (as Northerners call it)

I mean both when I tell you that I've managed to drink a lot of it. Cups of it. Glasses of it. Why?

Viral Pharyngitis. Woo Hoo!

That's really just a fancy way of saying I have a sore throat. A sore throat coupled with tonsils (yes, I still have mine) swollen to the size of golf balls. Well, not golf balls. But they are ginormous and raw.

It hurts to swallow. (which is kinda important)

It hurts to talk. (and I love to talk)

It got so difficult to breathe that I went scrambling to a minor medical clinic to make sure I wasn't going to be strangled to death by monster tonsils.

The doctor looked inside my mouth and said, "I'll have to use a tongue depressor." Which was followed by, "Oh yes, they are swollen. Very raw. Very painful."

A swab determined that I didn't have Strep throat. Culprit? Maybe super allergies (so I got prescription nasal spray).

I haven't missed work, but all I really want to do is sleep. And sleeping gets uncomfortable because NOT keep my throat lubricated just means mega, mega pain--which just has me up at 4 in the morning making more tea.

Being sick in the summer when it's a sweaty 100 degrees outside is NO FUN.

~~J