That is what first tipped me off. The tickling in the back of my throat. Slowly it built and got worse. All the while I denied it, put it out of my mind, tried to ignore it. Eventually it taught me I was nothing before its might. This time the onset of getting a soar throat and recovery happened relatively quickly. I went to bed in the evening, only to barely get any sleep and wake up the next day with a horrid sore throat. It was so bad that drinking water burned, which seems awfully strange to me.
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