I'm channeling my Dickensian counterpart, Small Snell. (cough, cough).
So my sore throat is a persistant little bugger. Last night, it got so bad, that it brought tears to my eyes. It was very painful to swallow or breath through my mouth or yawn and the lump in my throat (swollen tonsils?) felt HUGE. Dom was freaking me out by reading me the symptoms of strep and mono on webMD (which I should never look at cos it turns me into a hypochondriac). So I was pretty sure I was going to try and jump through the damned circus hoops that my very shitty work-provided health insurance gives me to find a doctor today. I still felt bad this morning when I woke up and even started calling people this morning, but after a few bottles of water, and some tylenol, the pain has subsided and I'm starting to wonder if I was just being a big baby. All I know is that I need to get better by Friday because I'm going to the Stabbin' Cabbin! There's no way I'm missing that party. I just might have to take it a little easy.
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