This I know. That nagging sore throat I've had since Handmade Parade (and even before) never really went away. It has just been ebbing and flowing between bearable and can't stand the pain. Tuesday I went in to have a procedure done to my tonsils (I'm sparing you details here) that was supposed to make things better until I could schedule a tonsillectomy. Ha. It made things about 5 billion times worse and we were back in the doctors office saying, "Dude, what up? Why do I talk like I swallowed a potato?" Actually I couldn't speak intelligible words, so Aaron was the one saying "Dude, what up? Why does my wife talk like she swallowed a potato?"
Well, obviously said procedure didn't work and 3 doctors and a nurse looked at my crazy partially closed up throat, called up the hospital and admitted me right then and there. Say what? Yup, I went to the doctor thinking that I would just get a super drug or something and they shipped me across town for two and a half days instead. They decided that I'd lost too much weight in the last 5 days (I had, though my pants look great) and there was a risk of my airway being blocked by the swelling if they didn't admit me.
Yippee for me. I'll be honest here and say that part of me was relieved and thinking that I'd get a chance to rest in a quiet, kid-free environment. Ha. Ha. I really shoulda known better. It was so loud there that I couldn't sleep at all and liquid diet really does mean that everything on your tray is liquid. Verrry liquid. Thank God for the nutirient IV I had or I would have died of starvation. At any rate the hospital had the super drugs even if my doc's didn't and here I am at home two days later almost 100%. 
I just need to be sore throat free for 6 weeks (bigger challenge than you might think) and if I can survive that, then come December 18 or so while you all are downing yummy holiday goodies for the next two weeks I'll be kissing my useless germ catching tonsils goodbye. I won't miss them, but I might miss the sugar cookies a little.
