It Wasn't the Milk Duds

I've had a case of laryingitis for a couple of days, and it sort of came to a head last night at our high school basketball game.  Yelling at the ref just doesn't do much for the throat.  There are some of you out there that are silently cheering, I'm sure, that I can't talk, or at least can't be heard.  Needless to say, it hit me really hard this morning.  I woke up way before my alarm, and felt like a Mack truck had hit me.  My head was pounding and I thought I had a huge, nasty ball down my throat.  I felt like crap.  I decided to drink some Chamomile tea with honey to see it that would help.  It helped somewhat, but I was getting that feeling I needed to get to school and write up some sub plans.  I finished writing my plans, called for the sub, then headed for the doctor's office.  It really felt like the beginning stages of strep throat, but the rapid strep test came back negative.  The doctor decided to give me an antibiotic, so I filled it and went home to bed.  I still can't talk...no comments... so I think I'll need to stay home tomorrow.  Those reading this blog who know me, may see a bit of humor in my lack of voice, but my students will fall off their chairs.
Back to my Milk Duds reference in the title.  Maybe it wasn't the candy at the movie last Saturday after all, that hurt my stomach.  Maybe it was just nature warning me I was in for a bit of the hydrophobia-pish-pash (a phrase from my mother, for anything that takes you down for a few days).