When we went to bed last night I mentioned to The Squire that my throat was a little scratchy.
I woke up this morning with a full-fledged, whiz-bang of a sore throat. My uvula is so swollen it chokes me when I lay flat on my back, and when I try to sleep on my side the blood flowing past my ears makes me feel as if I have my head underwater – swoosh, swish, swoosh, swish – and I feel as if my lungs aren’t working properly. I must have been tossing around like a rowboat on the high seas, instead of my usual is-she-dead-or-alive flat on my back position, because The Squire had decamped to the guest room at some point. Obviously, I was more soundly asleep than I realized, as I didn’t even know he was gone until the dog woke me at 6 AM.
From all the signs, going out to look at the moon the other night in my housecoat and bare feet wasn’t very wise of me.
thisendoftheswamp 
Oh dear..sending healing thoughts…💗
I appreciate it. I do think I’m going to live – I may even enjoy the adventure – but it you’re sick, you might as well garner some sympathy.
Yep! Feel better!☺
1. I hope you feel better!
2. Look! I just found your blog! Yay!
3. I just found your blog because I was trying to find way to message you after reading the comment you left of my piece about the lady going through drug treatment and the man who’d lost his baby. Your insight caught me off guard – in the best possible way. I’d not thought of it in those terms. She’s had all the advantages and still can’t handle life vs. he’s got nothing but continues to struggle through, making it work. I love it! Thanks for posting that!