A few years ago, I got a sore throat that was so bad, I ended up on Percocet. Even then, the pain was unbearable.
The thing about that virus, picked up in Mexico, was that the pain was so intense I couldn’t function as a person. Every time I swallowed, I felt as if The Grim Reaper’s scythe was bisecting my adams apple.
Every. Single. Time.
It was so bad, in fact, that my wife had to drive me over the Rocky Mountains, in the middle of night, in a snow storm, so that I could get …read more
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