I have been just as sick as a dog. I thought I was going to die for sure. Every time I swallowed something, it felt like someone was cutting my head off.

Andrea has little patience for whining, so she reacted to my misery mostly by making fun of me, which I think on the whole is a good thing, since it encouraged me to get better sooner. And I am better today, thank God. My throat still hurts pretty bad, but the rest of me feels fine.

UPDATE: Andrea admitted that if I had died, she would have felt guilty for making fun of me.