Strep Throat: "How To Suffer For Two Weeks"![]() This
week I had the honor….nay, the privilege of being diagnosed with
strep
throat. Yay for me…
Now, if you’re wondering what having strep throat is like, imagine a golf ball wrapped in dull tacks lodged
in the back of your throat, and every time you swallow, yawn, or sneeze that
spiked ball lodges itself deep into the soft pink tissue of your raw, agitated
pharynx. Visually, strep throat looks like a patch of white fungus growing in the back of
your mouth. Not a pleasant thing to look at I can assure you.
Accompanying the pain in your throat are various other physical flu-like
symptoms; your joints ache, the back of your neck hurts, the glands in your neck
are extremely swollen and tender, you’re dizzy and muddled-headed, and you
have a high fever (102degrees in my case). Basically you feel
like death warmed over.
After gradually suffering with a steadily-increasing illness for almost two
weeks and not knowing what was wrong with me, I stopped sucking up the pain,
jumped in my car and drove to see a doctor, who
confirmed that I did indeed have strep throat, that it was extremely infected,
and that I was to take mega-doses of penicillin. Two days later and I finally
feel human again. I’ll be on penicillin for the next five days, and am
thankful to finally be able to return to work and begin posting here again.
Sorry for the absence. Being sick does not help motivate me to
write… Now we dance!
Posted: Fri - June 16, 2006 at 04:27 PM | |
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