Ew. Strep throat. I never get sick. Really. I’m laid up all the time from stupid injuries, so maybe it isn’t obvious, but “sick” doesn’t much enter my reality. I cannot tell you how many times I’ve been the only person at work or some event because everyone else has a cold. I don’t “catch” stuff.
Except, I guess, strep.
Not so bad in a lot of ways. No congestion, no stuffy head, no fever. Minimal coughing and blowing of nose. But I can’t swallow. Turns out this is a problem. Okay, this is gross maybe, but I guess when you lie on your back little bits of saliva or whatever run down your throat, and you swallow them. So sleeping presents a problem, because attempting to swallow while lying down is so painful it wakes me up. I’ve been sleeping propped up. Thank the gods for my humongous pillow collection.
Yesterday I went to McD’s and got a milk shake for lunch. Then my sainted ex-husband brought me chicken broth, mashed potatoes, and creamed spinach from Boston Market for dinner. Beats an IV I guess.
I am on those killer 5-day antibiotics, so I look forward to chewing sometime soon.