I was hurt, emotionally and physically. I couldn't move, I couldn't talk, I couldn't do anything. I was out of commission. I was home but unhappy because I was ill.
Not anymore.
Night of Day 6 proved to be the one time my throat ACTUALLY started feeling better. It was still sore as a mug (Zardy reference), but I was able to swallow with a little less pain. From there, the future only got brighter. And now, night of Day 7, I've been able to eat solid foods, swallow freely, and see my niece. You know what that says? That says...Mono SHMONO!! But I'm still not 100%...not yet at least.
Tons of turkey, stuffing, ham, pies, and Thai food...bring it on.
NOTE: THanks to all of you that called, sent me emails, or IMed me to see how I was doing. From an incredible birthday to this, the love is overwhelming. Thank you. posted by pierre 12:40 AM
