Apparently the doctor I saw yesterday was rather sad I didn’t have a giant puss covered tonsil. He likes seeing those, it means something “exciting.” Whatever, I’ll stick to my super inflamed tonsil and give it a ton of penicillin. Speaking of which, I need to run off and grab some.
The fun, related, family factoid: My dad’s father worked with the guy that discovered penicillin. Well, ONE of the guys whose names is on the list of discovering penicillin. This was when he was in England in the late 20’s. Huzzah for weird family history.
In the next couple of days I can only hope my appetite returns and I feel a bit more I actually want to swallow rather than spit. stupid infected tonsil!