So, a weird thing happened to me today. I woke up miserable and coughing out the wazoo, and the chloraseptic (spray that numbs the throat) stopped working, so I resigned to chugging a whole bottle of Gatorade (and by chuigging, I mean sipping on continuously). Every time I swallowed, the resident sharp pain in the back of my throat moved down a few inches, until it was pinned down to my stomach, where it then converted itself into one of the worst cases of gas I’ve ever had. I’d like to think that I actually had a small alien living in my throat. One that just happened to have a weakness towards Gatorade (quick, I’m thinking of a movie!). Which would make for a very thrilling story to tell.
I won’t be in school tomorrow, but hopefully Tuesday I will.