As it turns out, if you have tonsillitis for four or five days and you don't realise then it really does knock the shit out of you.
I've never had it before in my 31 years, and as such did not know what to look out for. I figured that last wednesday when my throat started to really hurt that it was just the onset of a cold, so I began to swallow lemsip (or non-brand alternatives) by the gallon (or cupful with correctly spaced intervals between). This did very little, besides make the back of my throat be in great pain but with the hint of lemon freshness to amuse the vileness that was knocking six shades of hell out of me.
Naturally I kept going to work, naturally. By Saturday night I was in a rather large amount of unbearable pain and trying to talk had become a comedy exercise in vocal gymnastics. Also, if I'm honest, the prospect of another night of no sleep made me want to vomit from my stomach, so called up NHS Direct and a nice man made me an appointment to pop in to hospital and see a doctor. The Doc was a lovely chap, very gentle, prescribed me with some nasty-away-pills that I've been taking since and seem (fingers knees and toes crossed) to be doing the trick.
Am off work for a couple of days now and am trying to rest up today to let the pills do their thing. Hopefully will get some snapping done tomorrow, but shall see. So for the rest of today, I think the couch and blanket shall be my friends, the tv my only companion as no doubt Gail will shun me when she realises I can't let her chase me around the living room, bless her she is so loving :)
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