The poor boy inherited his mother’s bad throat. A crummy night’s sleep, an overtaxing day, a demanding week, and there they go: the tonsils. Swelling, scratching, kissing, and aching–tender tonsils manifest┬áthe stress. My life has been peppered by throat ailments. They must have become more persistent in adulthood, as having my tonsils removed was never […]

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