Three pills in, and the Strep Throat pain has been cut in half. I’m keeping my fingers crossed for solid food this time tomorrow. The gratefullness I feel every time I swallow with only minor pain is a miracle.
Step 12: having had a spiritual awakening as the result of these steps, we tried to carry this message to alcoholics, and to practice these principles in all our affairs.
I know, I know: taking antibiotics isn’t the same as staying sober. But after a week of escalating pain and denial, followed by an admission that I may actually be sick and need help, it played out like my years of alcoholism were being presented in super-concentrated form. Easily frustrated and resentful. I couldn’t talk coherently. Even the isolation was there, albeit doctor’s orders.
But I guess it does serve me as a reminder as to just how quickly everything can be taken away, and how things get worse the longer I try to control them.
Today, I know: Being grateful is much more satisfying than being praised.
12 the hard way 
Glad you are feeling better.