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Been down for about a week, thought I would try my hand at strep throat (we think), never had it before so it was quite an experience.
Hurt like a bastard every time I swallow, glands swollen, face, ears, eyes hurt, high fever, body feels like it was run over by a truck, no energy and absolute miserable nights with very little sleep.
Still not 100% but nothing a little James B. Throat Elixir can't fix.
Strep throat sux! You should have had the doctor give you a shot, a lot quicker than pills! I used to get that a lot when I was a kid but I haven't forgot. I had it three years ago, got a shot of antibiotics and started getting better the next day. Whatever you do don't eat any mashed potatoes
By the time I wrote this I was already on the mend.
It was a self diagnoses but a buddies girlfriend had it and I was around them two days before so I looked up the symptoms and I knew what it was.
comes on sudden
a sudden fever, especially if it’s 101˚F or higher
a sore, red throat with white patches
a headache
chills
a loss of appetite
swollen lymph nodes in the neck
trouble swallowing
Fine one night, woke the next morning throat swollen, painful swallowing and the next two days miserable fever and body aches, just laid in bed tossing and turning and didn't eat for three days.
I didn't take any antibiotics and was joking about Jim Beam, that was the last thing I wanted during this.
I was feeling good enough to go out to the fairgrounds yesterday to take some pics of the Street Rod Nationals. There were cars and bikes everywhere.
There was this neat little nook I found to park my bike and when I came back there was this plump & juicy little chick standing by herself.
I said hello and she saw my tripod and asked if I was a photographer, I said not really and she said is that your bike and I said yes.
Then she asked if I wanted to take her pic by my bike and not wanting to hurt any feelings said sure why not.
She had a little bit of a rough edge but had a very sweet personality then she glammed-up and I took a few pics of her by my bike.
Said her name is Nicole. (I took a few more that may not be suitable here)
Eye too, had the strepped throat thingie! Here's the episode AS eye recall it...
Circa 1975-a disturbeding sore throat was enough impetus to haved mine Sainted Dad meet with one of his ol' pals, the local somewhat disgraced but still viably licensed Doctor, who sent him home with a extra large bottle of some morphine/codeine mix, ASsured to fix me right up. AS the folks were determined to abandon me inst mine sickness to attend the local VFW band concert/BBQ/ sot festival, I was encouraged to self medicate, which I did by immediately having a gulping fest in order to wash down the known cure-all, two hits of clear 4 way window pane. Those that have passed through the doors of perception might guess the outcome...
The stages of deep euphoria that transpired were, of course, aided by maximum volume headphones clamped to writhing skull, twitching along to : The Dark Side Of The Moon, Close To The Edge, and A Space In Time.
Somewhat later, I entertained myself by honking up some cottage cheesy looking strep guts, and found myself reasonably en-cured forthwith.
Therefore, AS your spiritual/medical advisor, eye proclaim that ye should self medicated with powerful additive, and tuneage for thy pleasure, 'cause the disease cannot beat the power of the affected therein mind.
Eye too, had the strepped throat thingie! Here's the episode AS eye recall it...
Circa 1975-a disturbeding sore throat was enough impetus to haved mine Sainted Dad meet with one of his ol' pals, the local somewhat disgraced but still viably licensed Doctor, who sent him home with a extra large bottle of some morphine/codeine mix, ASsured to fix me right up. AS the folks were determined to abandon me inst mine sickness to attend the local VFW band concert/BBQ/ sot festival, I was encouraged to self medicate, which I did by immediately having a gulping fest in order to wash down the known cure-all, two hits of clear 4 way window pane. Those that have passed through the doors of perception might guess the outcome...
The stages of deep euphoria that transpired were, of course, aided by maximum volume headphones clamped to writhing skull, twitching along to : The Dark Side Of The Moon, Close To The Edge, and A Space In Time.
Somewhat later, I entertained myself by honking up some cottage cheesy looking strep guts, and found myself reasonably en-cured forthwith.
Therefore, AS your spiritual/medical advisor, eye proclaim that ye should self medicated with powerful additive, and tuneage for thy pleasure, 'cause the disease cannot beat the power of the affected therein mind.
AS ever,
Your ol' pal,
Wally J. Corpse
Your early experiments with self-administered apothecary solutions seems like a regular ol' day for the Corpsester. You had an early start for sure.
