That is what my throat is.
One throbbing, swollen, sad tonsil filling up almost my entire neck.
Breakfast was a smoothie since I could not even think about swallowing oatmeal or cereal chunks. I made enough for two because M has been on a smoothie kick lately and was feeling a little under the weather too.Who knew so many beautiful colors of blue, green, orange, and reddish-purple would turn into a sort of concrete grey. M’s cup is on the right; mine is portable to bring to work.
Oddly enough, in transit, it turned an algae-like seaweed color. Not the most appetizing, but it tasted much, much better than it looked. And I hope the antioxidant boost will tame my engorged tonsils.
After attempting to choke down bits of my last leftover slice of Patxi’s aka razor blades for lunch, I attended a free Kaplan Personal Statement workshop and arrived home exhausted and starving around 8 p.m.
I always turn to eggs when I need something quick, filling, nutritious and easy. So I fried up two over-easy with some leftover beans on the side and sat down to have them with sides of cantaloupe and grapes.
Until someone, who shall remain unnamed, stole one of my over-easy eggs (the one with the unbroken yolk, I might add) and put it on his broiled ham and cheese sandwich. The nerve, to be stealing from a sickly, weak and pale invalid such as myself.
I drooled over his sandwich as I ate my measly dinner in the teeniest bites possible. I knew the bread would feel like glass shards in my throat, but my goodness, his sandwich looked good.So jealous. I gargled with warm salt water this morning and probably will again tonight even though it has not seemed to do any good.