Gah. How I hate sore throats. And I hate how they start too.
Your throat feels normal
→ you eat a sandwich for dinner
→ it feels like maybe a bread crumb got lodged in your throat
→ minor nuisance but not too big a deal
→ prayer meeting
→ irritant in throat spreads out
→ sore throat.
Bugs the heck out of me, not just because it’s a sore throat, but you think that maybe you wouldn’t have gotten it if you didn’t eat that sandwich.
Lame. It better not derail my long walk on the SF shoreline tomorrow night.