Permit me what will definitely be a rant and what might actually be a whine.
2011 has *not* been a good year, to understate tremendously. My daughter’s memorial service was held exactly one week in to the year, and the grief issues have been fairly constant since. In April, we lost our house and most of what we owned to the flooding, literally weeks of rain, and tornadoes that popped through the area. Part way through the year, I hit that nasty bit of suicidal programming and tried to end my life. Things calmed down. Therapist quit, and everyone went in to a tizzy. Calmed down from that, and more grief issues started. Then flashback. Then SI. Then just general annoyance. Imagine my non-surprise, then, when I woke up this morning to find that the mild sore throat I’ve had all week had turned in to something like nails being shoved down my throat. [insert crude SRA joke].
As the morning churned by, my throat continued to burn, and swallowing became next to impossible. The clammy sweats and fever alerted me that I should probably give in and go to the doctor. Being thorough, the doctor decided on blood work and a throat culture. I officially have strep throat.
This is no big deal at all; strep is simply a bacteria that makes things unpleasant for a bit before being scuttled off by antibiotics. For some reason, though, it has annoyed me. I rarely get sick. When I do, oddly, it’s almost always strep. A couple of years ago I thought I would die from coughing. All will be well. My body has just decided to crap out for a bit. With all of the stress I’ve had, this highlights the mind-body connection quite obviously.
Here’s to cough drops, amoxicillin, and hot tea!