My throat feels like someone just ran sandpaper up and down it for about 20 minutes, but this is better than the burning sensation, which just stopped.
I decided a nice mug of hot chocolate would be a nice afternoon treat, so I made one for myself and took a big swallow. Now, there's a reason it's called "hot" chocolate and not "cold" chocolate -- probably because it'd be chocolate milk, and the water that comes from our hot water tap on the coffee maker -- it is definitely hot. I know that now. After my eyes stopped watering and I could breathe again, I began pouring water down my throat.
So yes, the curse continues. Maybe I shall apologize to Aaron for laughing at him when he burned himself baking cookies years ago, but right now, I need to figure out how to spread Noxema on my esophagus.
Any suggestions are welcome.
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