Ugh

"His throat was so dry and painful it felt like his tonsils had enlarged to the size of fat, noxious plums; their presence at the back of his throat ground together and made Noel want to be somewhere very far away from his own neck. He needed a cold drink. Coke. Coke! His tongue cramped with anticipation. He felt feverish, light-headed and weak. How did this come on so fast?"

Oh Noel, I feel your pain. My throat started to hurt on Friday afternoon but I powered through Sundance on Saturday and Sunday, as well as teaching on Monday to find out at the urgent care clinic that I have strep. Woo-hoo. So now I have to take it easy and get better because swallowing is a pain in the pants. I'm also a little loopy right now, as I tend to be with I'm sick. I just was downstairs wrapped in a blanket, making some tea and eating runny eggs out of the pan. Who needs plates? I certainly don't. Just because I'm acting like a senile old woman doesn't mean I am one. And where did this lovely description that I sympathize with? It's from this brand new book I just got called "End of the Line". It's a bunch of short horror stories all taking place in an underground/subway system. The tube, of course, is frequently visited, but also the LA and NY subway systems, the Metro and a few fictionalized ones. I'm very excited to read this. Quite surprise how much I resonated with those first few paragraphs. Oh Noel, I do understand where you're coming from. Although not sure I'm with you on the Coke.

So Sundance pictures and stories will come soon when I feel up to it. Now off to find out if it's OK to take amoxicillian and Nyquil so I can sleep. Peace.