Tonsils

I'm sick. I thought it was the flu, or my imagination, but I went to the doctor today and I have tonsillitis, better known in my country as amigdalitis or anginas. Sweet. Especially six days from getting on a plane with little L for nine long hours. The doc gave me antibiotics, which sounds clever. I had a close and intense relationship with my tonsils a while ago. I had tonsillitis every couple of weeks when I was seventeen, to the point that I became resistant to some antibiotics. But I decided to keep them, so I wouldn't get worse things, like laryngitis. And they came to greet me back, after more than ten years without being reminded about them. Again, sweet.