in other other news, a different health issue than last time

I am wimpy-sick. Yesterday on the train my throat started feeling a little sore, and when I got home I was the tiniest bit hoarse, but I went to rehearsal and it was fine because I sing with a whole different part of my voice than I speak with. This morning I felt fine, as far as I can remember. (It was like thirteen hours ago, what do you want from me?) But before I'd been at work an hour, my throat started to hurt more and more, and by 2:30 I was realizing that if this goes the way it's always gone before, tomorrow I will be fucked, and made an arrangement to have someone cover for me at curling. And by 3:30 I felt crappy enough that I had backed out of tonight's game as well (that last-minute shit being what I was trying to avoid w/r/t tomorrow, but this thing happened so fast I lost today too). By the time I left work, my throat was so sore I couldn't speak. Not raspy, mind you--my voice is fine under there, it's just that the vibration hurts too much. (Swollen, not raw. I haven't been coughing. Who can cough? That would hurt too much. Also my chest is fine.) I took four ibuprofen to make the swelling go down and spritzed some Chloraseptic when I got home and at least now I can bear to swallow and to make some vocal sounds. But unfortunately, having had exactly this sore throat in the past means I can see the future, and I predict that tomorrow I will be stuffed up in the head and miserable, and by Thursday morning I will be whingeing about how long it's been since I've felt well. Hence "wimpy-sick." It's not a characteristic of me; it's a feature of this particular kind of head cold.

Whoever I got this from, probably some coughing person on the train, had better repent.