I am falling apart. Right before my very eyes...I'm crumbling to pieces.
First, my wonky shoulder/neck/scapula/clavicle thing...and now? A violently wicked sore uvula.
(Courtesy Google Images)
Yes, my uvula is in pain...not so much my throat, but just my uvula. It kept me up...all. night. long.
Okay, and now, before you start thinking that I've gotta be the world's biggest wimp...I've gotta tell you that I'm *usually* pretty tough! 'Member those 5 babes I birthed without a lick of drugs? See? Tough.
Pain tolerance = high.
Now that we've got that outta the way...I need to whine. To complain. To just get it out.
There, I feel better now. Well, emotionally, I feel better...the sore uvula persists. And my tired eyes. Good thing is, my shoulder conundrum feels better today...or, maybe my uvula is just distracting me from that.
I don't have a fever, and I'm sick of spending money on negative strep tests...so I'll just tough this out...
Besides, I'm sure the doctor would just end up telling me I have "virusitis". (Which is just my own made up malady that sounds so much better than "You have a virus.")