Last Wednesday my throat started hurting. It wasn’t terribly surprising; with all the fires in the region and lack of rain, our air quality is horrid and my allergies are in full swing anyway – I chalked the soreness up to plain ol’ environmental irritation.
Thursday morning, swollen lymph nodes joined the chorus. As the day progressed, I steadily declined into a full-blown upper respiratory infection with impressive congestion and a hearty cough – but no fever, fatigue, or nausea.
By mid-day Friday my voice gave out (the coughing and post-nasal drip caused my vocal cords to swell) and laryngitis joined the party. Thank goodness for cold medicine, which helped me function relatively symptom-free during the day (though it didn’t restore my voice).
Today I’m off the “drugs”, letting my body recover while I consume vast quantities of tea and water to flush all this nonsense out. My voice is still gone (much to the amusement of anyone who asks me a question) but I feel quite a bit better. I’m really glad it was just a cold and not something more serious!
Wash your hands, people.