Sickness Sucks

I've been sick lately. Charity got it first, and then passed it on to me. The major symptoms are a fever and a hellishly sore throat. When she had it, I basically discredited the whole sore throat thing. I mean, how bad can it be? Trust me, it ain't pretty.

For the past few days I haven't been able to speak properly. I can swallow, as long as it's a liquid or close to it, and even then it hurts. Coughing is just a study in pain. I know my throat's getting better because I no longer wake up as often at night because I need to swallow and it hurts too much. How's that for a sign of how painful it is -- that even your subconscious doesn't want to deal with it and forces you to? (That's my theory anyway.)

Anyway, the fever's no big deal, I've dealt with fevers before, but this sore throat is just kicking my ass. About the only thing interesting I can say about it is I now know what it feels like to cough up blood, and what it tastes like as well.