It began a few Thursdays ago when I woke up with a tickle in the back of my throat. “No fucking way,” I thought to myself. I had an awesome weekend planned, and I’d be damned if a stupid bout of influenza was going to get in my way. In denial, I hoped that perhaps a spider had made its way down my esophagus. Normally, I’d never hope for such a grotesque thing…but I’d rather incubate a brood of baby tarantulas in my throat than allow the flu to cancel my weekend plans.
I had a fun Friday planned.