The last week or more, my throat has been feeling like it was about to close up, right at the back of my mouth. It has been getting steadily worse. With one thing and another (and another, and another), I have been ignoring it. It's my esophagus, not my windpipe and as the ancient Roman advised, either an ailiment will get better or it will kill you and either way, hey, problem solved. There was stuff to get done, after all.
Except today, I stated having trouble swallowing. Neti pot helped some in the morning and a steady cuppa tea all day did some good but it was still problematic. Sometimes it would just close right up. Arrived home to discover Tam not feeling too well, either and hied myself off to the doc-in-a-box, only to be diagnosed with a fine case of strep and given an impressive list of prescriptions (history of rheumatic fever, they still get a bit weird when I show up streppy).
I don't know if Roseholme's resident Stoic has the same bug or if coping with a steady stream of conractors and utility guys (along with all the other excitement, our water meter had to be swapped out this week), most of it out in this miserable heat and humidity, has sapped her energy. Time will tell. But if she starts having to clear her throat a lot, I'm gonna try to convince her to talk to the doc.
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