I've been dealing with a sore throat all day. Not a scratchy sore throat indicating that it's allergy season. Oh, no.
It's the swollen, achy sore throat that's just >>this side<< of making it painful to swallow and just >>this side<< of an ear ache.
In short, I recognize the signs of something Strep coming my way.
*checks calendar of saints*
At least it's not the Feast of Saint Blaise where they bless your throat. Whenever I'd do the ritual I was guaranteed a case of Strep by the end of the day. Guaran-fucking-teed every single time.
(Seriously. Saint Blaise had it in for my ass for some reason or another.)
As it is not the Feast of Saint Blaise, nor is it anywhere near the Feast of Saint Blaise, I suspect that I will manage to kick this.
I will go home and drown myself in hot green tea with honey. *nod-nod-nod*
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