Urrggghhh. Being sick is horrible.
I felt run down on Saturday. Probably just a head cold. Time to bring out Cyndi O’Meara’s sick remedy.
Sunday we spent the day out at a friend’s farm. I was pretty flat but the kids enjoyed themselves.
By 2:30am Monday morning I knew I was in trouble. I woke up in pool of sweat and drool and a whole world of throat pain.
I took some paracetamol and tried to get more sleep. A hospital visit was now on the day’s agenda.
By the time I got to the hospital I was in full fever mode. Sore joints and sensitive to light. I felt like a zombie from The Walking Dead (pretty sure I looked like one to)! When I get tonsillitis, I GET tonsillitis. Many a doctor has admired my swollen throat glands, I’m not so enamored.
I pretty much feel like walking up to the A&E counter, announce I have tonsillitis and to please just hand over the drugs, thank you very much. But one must follow protocol.
“Oh, so you know you have tonsillitis? You’ve had it before?”
“YOU THINK!” All in my head, dear reader, I’m too nice but I do like a sassy mind, lol.
Oh, and my personal favourite, “How many times have you had it in the past year?”
“Oh, me and tonsillitis, we go waaaaaayyyyy back!”
Three times. Every year. Except for the little break while the children were babies. Go figure.
Here I am making besties with Penicillin, sleeping and fighting an inner desire to rip my tonsils out of my throat. Trying not to think about all the things that I wanted to get done this week, when I remembered a little note I wrote for myself, the last time I had tonsillitis…
Tonsillitis Care Package
Can of soup
I hope you personally don’t need it, but it would make for a really thoughtful gift to someone suffering from tonsillitis 🙂