Tonsiled Summer

We've got the hottest weather of the year prevailing in London. And I guess what, I’ve just caught the worst thing that I could possibly catch. A bug (or call it flu). Got up this morning with tonsillitis. Can you imagine the horror facing me now?

All the shopping I did yesterday, to eat nothing but salad for coming week, will now go to waste. I can’t eat them. For past two days, I have been eating just salads. Maybe that was the reason for my tonsillitis. But I’ve enjoyed the food in this hot weather. I don’t have to sweat like a pig while I eat salad. And all the mixture, different type of items I add in my salad, has made it a sumptuous meal. However, I seriously think I may have over indulged.

Now, tonsillitis also means no more icy cold coke. No cold milk in my corn flakes. Nothing. Really is shit.

I told my colleague at work about my disease. What a coincident! He said he'd just shaken the same flu off. 'Tonsi bug’ is going around, what he had to say. Took him three weeks to get rid of it. He had to lie low, and during the whole time, he felt like a ton of bricks pressing down on his head. My mouth was gaping in shock listening to him. I thought I’d rid of it in a day or two. A gurgle or two a day, and the pain will go away. Simple. No it wasn’t. Not according to my colleague.

No cold beer then. My first thought when listening to him. Someone’s invited me to a Bavarian beer house on Saturday. I guess I’ll have to cancel that. But let’s see. I’m hopeful. Maybe my colleague was bit over the top. The tonsillitis from the morning, while it hasn’t gone away, hasn’t increased in the intensity also. I'm not feeling weak or anything. So hopefully, with hot water, few gurgles and a hot tomato soup, I’ll purge the bastard by Saturday.

Don’t want to miss the opportunity to drink German beer.