My Throat, Bane Of My Existance

As a kid, I wasn’t allowed any ice-cream or cold drinks. Any consumption of the aforementioned would inevitable result in a night-long drama of coughing and eventual vomiting.
Yes, as a child victim of bronchitis that never really developed into asthma, I could only stand in horror and envy at birthday parties, watching other children lick their snow cones in delight while I held a plate of mee siam and fried chicken.
The doctor predicted that as I grew older into the strapping incredible sulk hulk that I now am, the problem with my throat would go away. You see, I have rather large tonsils. If I were a woman, fellatio would definitely be a major weapon of destruction for the male species. So when I grew up, my throat got larger and I could suddenly imbibe on cold beverages without any fear.
Wrong.
Throat infections strike me down every 1-2 months. They attack after several meals of heaty food like fried rice. I get a fever and my throat swells up so it feels like I am swallowing razor blades when I eat. To make matters worse, I can only recover if I swallow antibiotics, the strong kind.
Through experience, I’ve learned that my throat problems can be held at bay with proper nutrition so I eat plenty of vegetables and fruits. And then I started travelling on business alot which made nutrition a real problem.
So I now have a throat infection in China. It’s a real bitch because the doctors in China will NOT give you antibiotics - instead they hook you up to an IV drip.
My throat. Dammit. Damn damn dammit.
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