Thursday, October 08, 2009

Misery Loves Company. And Sympathy.

Now I know the misery that is Strep Throat. My throat feels like it is stuffed with sandpaper, and every swallow means that sandpaper grinds delicate throat tissue. And it isn't a fine, 220-grit paper. Oh no, we're talking course, 40-grit paper doing its thing ALL DAY LONG.

Do not rest easy, pustules, I've begun taking antibiotics. Your days are numbered.

1 comment:

Rebecca said...

May you and OC feel better soon!