I fought death, and death won! Had an amazing weekend just to come home to this! The worst sore throat I can remember since 1996 (on a road trip to Jackson Hole with 7 friends, in which I had to fly home from) and my glands were the size of golfballs. I thought it would just go away throughout the day...it just got worse! Jim insisted I go to urgent care and get an antibiotic..miserable, miserable day! However, in triage, the nurse commented on how great my pulse rate was and asked me if I was a runner!! Never have I been asked that, and probably never will again...but I sure enjoyed it!
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