Today I am sick as a dog. Not your ordinary “Gee I have
the sniffles” sick but the “I am writing my blog at 4 A.M. in the morning
because my throat is in so much pain I can’t sleep” kind. You would
think taking two days off work and laying low would have done the trick but
instead this bug has turned a vicious corner and I am constantly thinking of
the Alicia Keys’ “Girl on Fire” lyrics: She's got her head in
the clouds (hello Nyquil stupor!) and she's not backing down (from swigging gallons
of herbal tea), this girl(’s throat) is on fire, this girl(’s throat) is on fire…
I actually think I have strep and yes, I’m calling my
doctor. In the meantime, I’m convinced I know how I got it – s-t-r-e-s-s. It is
well documented that too much stress can make your body more vulnerable to little
buggies that freely float about. The previous week I had “good stress”:
vacation time and having family visit as well as “bad stress”: going for my “woman’s
health” exam. You know what I am talking about. Suffice it to say, it took a
village to get me to my appointment. Perhaps I got strep from straining my
vocal chords to a high “c” after the familiar “this might feel a little
uncomfortable” phrase was used. Love the word “might”, as in you “might” die
someday or “might” get a headache if an anvil happens to fall out of the sky
and land on your head.
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