I finally sucked it up and went to the clinic. I had a very sweet, young female doctor which made the whole experience less bad. On another good note, my throat was so inflammed they didn't have to draw any blood, the preferred way of diagnosing an infection around these parts. Well, I suppose it's not good that my throat is this irritated, but I was happy not to get the old syringe. I am a giant baby when it comes to needles.
So now I am on antibiotics and will hopefully feel better soon.
Kudos to my mom, who took one listen to my dry, hacking cough over our Skype connection and wondered out loud if I didn't have laryngitis.
I admit, I am a bit surprised. I always thought laryngitis was not that bad, basically a convenient excuse for singers not to perform when they've been boozing it up a little too much the night before and are unable to give a decent concert. I thought laryngitis was for sissies.*
Let me tell you, I was wrong. I feel like shit squared.
The doctor told me that I may feel as if my voice is disappearing over the next few days, but not to worry. It will come back. Now that's something to contemplate...me unable to make a sound. Never happened in my entire life.
I suppose I'll have another item to add to my "first experiences in Africa" list should it happen.
*Yes, I do realize that I qualify as one by my own admission when it comes to medical procedures. Still...