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rebeccmeisterWhen she informed me of my diagnosis, the physician handed me a little pamphlet entitled, "So, You Have Mono," a brochure full of such good news as, "As the illness progresses, most patients will get a very bad sore throat--maybe the worst one they've ever had." Such cheering information. But what if I start out with a very bad sore throat?
So far, the internets don't have much to say about the one-sidedness of my sore throat, but I suppose I should really just thank my lucky stars that only half of my throat feels like it has been sandblasted and then set on fire. This has created a bit of a catch-22, because if I lie down completely to get some solid rest, my throat hurts horribly, whereas I can't sleep well if I stay propped up on pillows.
Being sick does odd things to the passage of time--I notice the change in light throughout the day, and I have seen more hours of the night than I'd care to remember. Those are always the most desperate moments. It's one of those times when I wish time would pass more quickly so I could get well soon. But then I think of people who got sick before the era of television and internet--I imagine they had no other option than to look out of the window and watch a slow-motion world. Bleak, I tell you.
So far, the internets don't have much to say about the one-sidedness of my sore throat, but I suppose I should really just thank my lucky stars that only half of my throat feels like it has been sandblasted and then set on fire. This has created a bit of a catch-22, because if I lie down completely to get some solid rest, my throat hurts horribly, whereas I can't sleep well if I stay propped up on pillows.
Being sick does odd things to the passage of time--I notice the change in light throughout the day, and I have seen more hours of the night than I'd care to remember. Those are always the most desperate moments. It's one of those times when I wish time would pass more quickly so I could get well soon. But then I think of people who got sick before the era of television and internet--I imagine they had no other option than to look out of the window and watch a slow-motion world. Bleak, I tell you.
