Ah Prednisone, how I love thee, how I dote on thee

So I went to the doctor and she gave me drugs. Happy wonderful steroids! My throat and glands have all shrunk down overnight. I can eat and breath and swallow again, it's lovely. Still some pain and fatigue but I'm feeling mounds and mounds better. Doctor says I'll be completely well around Clash of the Ash time. No contact sports until then though, apparently swollen organs and pressure are a bad combination. So while I'm less than pleased about not being able to fence (she thought it was too risky) or babysit (too fatigued still and can't have kids bouncing on me) or kiss anyone until June, I am thrilled to be feeling more like me. Also the ban on tickling me until my insides are ok again isn't such a horrible thing :)