I used a torch to shine down the back of my throat and was horrified to see what looked like half a dozen flying saucers glued to back of my throat. It's not canker sores or fever blisters or anything like that. But I felt like my tongue was stuck in my throat. I think it is some kind of bacterial infection which piggy backed on the phlegm.
This morning it was still sore, but a few hours later (I've been self medicating myself by gargling with a warm salt water) and now the swelling has gone down a lot.
I still feel very weak, but a lot better than earlier. One thing I do feel is clearer in my head. I realise that the whole thing with CDI was less about the company's policies (though I do have some real concerns) and more about the fact that I felt just so damn bad, that I needed a better reason than not feeling well to miss the evaluations.
I slept most of the morning, despite having slept well in the night, and have been reading Krakauer's Into The Wild. At least I have a good book. I am just as sick of my surroundings, which having been indoors for two whole days, never change!
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