So Tuesday night, the back of my mouth where the naval cavity meets the throat began to feel itchy. I could tell I was coming down with something.
My roommate diagnosed it as a sinus infection and prescribed, among other things, some super spicy Korean barbecue. If you’ve ever gone to Cup-Bop in Provo and ordered a ten, you know what I’m talking about. That stuff will melt your face off—or, in my case, rapidly evacuate the sinuses, denying that territory to the infection.
The next two days were pretty miserable. I got maybe an hour of sleep the first night, and woke up with a nasty sore throat, as well as a headache and stuffy nose. Had more Korean barbecue the next day, which did help with the sinuses but also ripped out my stomach lining and did a number on my digestive tract. That stuff is insane.
The worst is over, though, and I was back on my feet this morning. Which is remarkable, because this time last year, I had the same virus, and it knocked me out for a month. Literally. I was bedridden for three or four days, and confined to my apartment for another three weeks. Compared to that, two days of a nuked digestive tract combined with moderate flu symptoms isn’t so bad.
The moral of the story is that sometimes, the best way to fight a disease is to wage a scorched earth campaign on your own body. Also, do not underestimate the power of Korean barbecue.
I’ll be back next week. Hopefully my stomach lining will be back too.
