That is what it felt like I was swallowing the last half of last week. I felt fine Tuesday at Tae Kwon Do and then Kickboxing. Afterward, though, the telltale dry throat started to kick in. The next morning, it was a bit sore, but I felt well enough to go to class. That was a mistake, I think. I spent at least the last half of my communications class and the majority of my math class trying not to watch the clock. I wanted to get out of there. When I finally did escape from the school, I came home and crawled back into bed. The sore throat had gotten worse and was now accompanied by a pounding headache and a low fever, which made for some rather interesting thought processes throughout the afternoon. And no, I do not remember specific examples at this point in time. I did not risk going to Tae Kwon Do and passing out in class.
I decided against attending school Thursday. I had no homework due and was confident I would not miss much during the first week of classes. I made sure to send out e-mails to all three of my instructors to inform them of my illness. None questioned that, but I did explain that I doubted anyone wanted whatever crud I had come down with. I felt somewhat better by Thursday night, but still not well enough to go back to Tae Kwon Do.
Friday was even better, but I could not get rid of the feeling of glass shards in my throat. I did manage to go to Tae Kwon Do and help set up for the color belt graduation that would take place the following morning. I also smacked my younger brother upside the head for getting me sick.
I am feeling much better now. I still have a very slight dryness, but I can live with that. Much better than the glass shards.