A few days ago, my birthday actually, I developed a weird type of soar throat. I couldn’t figure it out, it wasn’t cold related or just a normal soar throat. So yesterday, I went to the doctors. The strep test came back negative, and we were a little bit puzzled.
“Let me look into your throat again,” said the doctor.
She peered in, and said “Ahhhh, that’s odd, here’s your problem.”
As it turns out, I have a canker sore on my uvula, the little thing hanging down the back of your throat. It hurts an insane amount, I haven’t swallowed normally for days, and I have to gargle with hydrogen peroxide, which tastes reminiscent of ahem male reproductive fluid (don’t ask how I know, but for those of you who know “clerks,” the term snowball comes to mind… ugh).
I’m in quite a bit of pain, and last night, I got 2 1/2 hours of sleep. I went to bed at one, fell asleep at 5:30, woke up at 8. Kill me.