I went to a Giants game last night. I'm a day away from finishing my 10-day course of steroids to reduce the inflammation in my throat, and I need to take the little white pills with dinner. And I ate dinner at the ball park. So I hid the pill bottle in my backpack and snuck it inside. Granted, security's not that tight, and nobody really searched my bag, but I felt as though I was participating in a clandestine activity.
I'm thinking the cream and the clear were much more widely displayed when they entered the stadium.
Since it's been a few days, I thought I'd pass on a health update. My throat feels better, and the steroids have worked wonderfully to shrink my swollen tonsil. I swear it's easier to breath and talk now than it's been in years.
However, whatever ick has impacted my neck has yet to abate. I'm sore and stiff and in a considerable amount of discomfort, though it's much better than the other day, when I couldn't lift my head off my pillow. Only now, in addition to my neck, the inside of one thigh is really sore and a little bruised almost. But I don't recall running into anything recently that would cause such pain.
I think my body is falling apart in sections. Stay tuned for next week. I might just lose an appendage.
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