I realized how much of an innuendo my title was as I was typing it out. Then I realized that my throat still fucking hurts and I don't give a shit.
I went to the Urgent Care. I figured if it was strep, I should take care of it *before* I get on the plane to China. It's not strep. But it might as well be. My throat hurts as bad as it did when I was in Germany, only with less ache and more burn. The doc said it was definitely inflamed, but that could mean any number of things. He also said that if it happens again, I may have tonsillitis. UGH. I can't eat very successfully, I can barely drink. Shit, I can barely talk. On the plus side, I'll lose so much weight! Maybe I can get down to that 100-pound weight goal I have. Just kidding. It's a 90-pound goal. ;)
Right now, I'm content watching "Roxanne" with Steve Martin and Darryl Hannah. Well, as content as a dehydrated-but-can't-hydrate-cause-she-can't-fuckin-drink-because-her-god-damned-tonsils-won't-get-their-fuckin-act-together-which-makes-her-a-grumpy person could be.
Whatevs. 7 days until Dalian.
