…is me. I am the one who blogged too soon.
I wrote a post late last weekend about how I didn’t feel well but got better, acknowledged my humanity with a lost day of work and then raised an e-glass to cheer a new week, better health, making up for lost time, etc. That lasted for about 24 hours. Then it came back, this time with friends to help beat the door down on my immune system. What started with a funny tickle in my throat on Monday afternoon led to bizarre visions fueled by a fever (102) and all the weird body aches that goes with it.
I don’t want to put diagnoses on my blog, but let’s just say that it was a disease of the throat which sounds like the last name of an Academy Award™ nominee and winner who acted in movies like Sophie’s Choice, The Iron Lady and also happened to receive a Presidential Medal of Honor, which is a veritable Who’s Who of presidential medals. Imagine that medal jammed down your throat, and with that particular actor’s last name engraved on it. That’s what I have. If you guessed “Meryl Nose”, you’re close.
Still laying low and letting the antibiotics do their thing so that it doesn’t reappear on Sunday… or on Christmas Eve… or ever again. Lesson learned: sometimes healing takes more than a day.