A Tale of Tonsillitis Gone Rogue!
Friday morning, woke up. Sore throat, oh, it’s tonsillitis! But nothing unknown, this type of throat disease would descend upon me once a year, or every two; and somehow the nostalgia of drinking Lucozade and lying on the sofa as a child in recovery would come back… I booked a doctor’s appointment, but honestly exhaustion came over me and my new place is now 40 mins away from my GP with 3 changes on public transport. I hoped that it was viral, decided I didn’t have it in me to go the doctor’s and instead tried to sleep it off. Oh and in the afternoon, sent Philipp off to the pharmacy across the road to try and manage the situation, 40 euros (eek) on throat spray, kind to the stomach throat lozenges, ibuprofen etc. Friday night, immense pain. I consulted an NHS website to figure out how many paracetamol and ibuprofen I could take in combination to cover the pain. Six AM was the relief time, as I could finally take an anti-inflammatory again alongside eating. I looked at my ton...