My Arch Nemesis

It seems like every two years my arch nemesis rears its ugly head. And not only does it happen every two years, but it seems to happen at the worst possible moment!

About two years ago I was visiting Ontario and preparing to stand up in my best friends (Jay Grimes) wedding. It was the day before the wedding and Jay picked me up early in the day. It was then that I noticed I had a scratchy throat, sore neck, and just didnt quite feel 100 percent. But I knew that I would feel better after a day with the boys. So we did our thing that day, played paintball, had dinner, went to the hotel, shaved Jay's legs, it was fun. I still wasn't 100 percent but I certainly wasn't near death. We went to bed, had a good night sleep and then...

I woke up Saturday morning and I felt like I got hit by a truck. I couldn't open my mouth, swallow, or even breathe without being in excruciating pain. A friend of mine, Tim, drove me to the doctor, and I have very little memory of what happened after that, but the doctor told me I had tonsillitis. I ended up missing the wedding and spending the next 2.5 days in bed, pumping myself full of meds and trying to recover.

Well it happened again. I woke up Wednesday morning around 5am. I couldn't swallow, and something wasnt right. I went about my day, definitely under the weather, but I was alright. However when I woke up Thursday morning I was lights out sick, soaked with sweat from a fever, and decided to haul myself to the doctor. The doctor told me, that yet again, I have tonsillitis. I dragged myself back home and I am stuck in bed recovering.

This time I am not missing a wedding, I am missing our youth group's annual surf trip. Fortunately we were able to hire a bus driver to take my place for a mere $1500 and my leaders are able to hold down the fort. And my hope is that by Saturday morning I will have recovered enough to drive myself up to Tofino.

Curse my tonsils!