The past week, I have been very busy re-experiencing my childhood. But not the happy parts: mostly the earache, sore throat, and tonsillitis parts. I’d thought tonsillitis was a kids’ illness, but apparently not, because I had the full-blown thing.
It was not fun.
But even I have to admit that it wasn’t all bad. For example, I couldn’t open my mouth wide enough to talk properly, let alone yell, but I have a sneaking suspicion that that was good news for the Man and the Maiden. Also, I avoided housework for three days, and instead spent much time sleeping, reading, and consuming three tubs of ice cream and limitless jello.
Speaking of which, I’ve run out of ice cream, and I’m *pretty sure* I just felt a twinge in the back of my throat. I’m off to the grocery store for more sundae ingredients throat medicine; I’ll be back to writing tomorrow!