The Swollen Uvala

You know that thing that hangs down the back of your mouth, that kinda looks like a small punching bag? It's called a Uvala. Today, as I've bitched and moaned about how sore my throat is, I've been calling it my epiglottis, but good old Wikipedia has set me straight on that. The Uvala is associated with the Soft Palate of the mouth.

In true male style, even though I'm not feeling 100%, unless I'm actually dying I'll whinge and whine about it but won't go and see a doctor. I'll fly. I'll go to work. I'll sit in a car for hours. I'll crawl up into a ball and lie shaking in the corner. But see a doctor? Nuh Uh. Only if the hot and cold sweats come. Actually, its not that bad, but it does take me a while and usually has involved some self medication before I'll go.

I'm currently taking Panadol and Aspirin to try and calm this down. I've had a sore throat for nearly 3 weeks now, but it has come and gone. This week, I've started coughing annoyingly, and although until today I haven't really felt too bad, its starting to wear a bit thin. Hopefully, if I get a better night's sleep tonight it will clear up.

I wish I was like the kids. They just seem to slow down a bit, but if they've got something on that they want to do, then they magically get better. What I've got can't be that contagious, because none of them have got it.

Ciao for Now, Ouch my Uvala Angry Dad.