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.
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