I’ve been at the HOSPITAL all weekend.

Well, to be more precise, I’ve been at the hospital this past Saturday, Sunday, and Monday. Apparently, the reason I couldn’t consume solids (by Saturday morning I couldn’t even drink water properly) was an abscess in my throat (I had never heard the term until this weekend). This required me to have several doses of intravenous antibiotics with a few sides of morphine; which means it could not be fixed by any of the various products I tried (most significantly on Friday, more sparingly from Monday through Thursday): Dayquil liquid, Dayquil tablets, Advil, acetaminophen, Orajel, Cloroseptic spray, energy drinks, mashed potatoes, veggie soup, oatmeal, gallons of water, ice, and…well….beer.

Obviously, I’m a stubborn ass for waiting this long to go to the hospital. I don’t complain medically. I don’t ask for help often. I like to think that I can do as much as possible on my own. I think I learned my lesson.