cbertsch | A Throaty Wimper

Well, I don't need a "procedure" on my throat. Not yet, anyway. The horrible looking protuberances -- that was for you, Kim -- emerging from the back of my right tonsil are only horribly swollen lymphatic tissue. Hooray for me! My regular doctor, whom I like, did help to put my mind at ease, though. In all likelihood, he said, I don't have a staph infection of the throat, but rather a strep infection from a strain that yields a false negative. Strep can be pretty awful. But I somehow find it a comforting diagnosis. I've had strep so many times in my life. And, though more and more resistant strains are showing up, it still ranks way behind staph on the refuses-to-respond-to-antibiotics scale. Maybe my exhaustion really does have more to do with the antibiotics than what they're fighting. Time to head back to the front room, where Kim is working her ass off yet again -- her February 1st deadline is near -- and I'm trying to relax by rooting for Arizona to beat Oregon. I know, I know. I do give the Wildkatzen love sometimes, even when they're playing a Pac-10 rival. Just not against the Bears.

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As the butcher will tell you, the blood is what makes the meat taste good. I'm sure that's why people who don't like meat that much, like my Hindu uncle, insist on "cremating" it to the point of tastelessness.

The lymphatic tissue is gross. I had no idea all that stuff was lurking behind the façade of my tonsils, just waiting to swell into dangly protuberances. Awful. Now there's some sort of cold sore-esque pimply white thing on one of them. Uggggghhh.

As for the placenta, that is beyond my capacity to cope. Why not just eat the baby?

A Throaty Wimper

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