The year I turned 39 (2016), was a bad health year for me. If you have read my entire story, you will understand in retrospect that this is the understatement of the year, but also before the 'big event' I had all kinds of small and large problems. Things like colds lining up, like the next one started before the former one was even gone. I had respiratory problems coming and going, leading in to once again an infection which luckily was quickly under control.
But then I got laryngitis (a throat infection). I've had a sore throat many times in the past, even so bad that I actually thought I had had laryngitis before. Well, if you have had laryngitis you will understand me when I say, when you have it, you will know it! It developed so quickly, over the course of like 3 or 4 days and it turned so bad that I couldn't swallow anymore. That was a frightening experience to me. So I went to my buddy the doctor again,
I'm going to name him Dr. Freeze in the rest of my story. Partly because it's a literal translation from his last name in Dutch, and because i always found him cold as ice.
Dr. Freeze gave me another batch of antibiotics, which worked miraculously fast. Within three days the infection was completely gone. I seriously thought I had caught a break for the first time in a long, long time. Little did I know that it was this laryngitis which was the trigger for something much, much worse in the near future.
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