It started with a simple throat pain. Nothing serious, I thought. Just one of those things that would disappear after a few hours. Well... my throat had other plans 😭 The pain got worse. Swallowing became a mission. Eating became a negotiation. Even drinking water felt like I was signing a contract with pain. Naturally, I did what any desperate person would do... I ran to ChatGPT for help 💀 Then I called my mom. Drank warm water. Gargled salt water. Bought Shaltox. Followed every suggestion I could get my hands on. After all that effort, I expected my throat to wave a white flag. Instead, it looked at everything I did and said: "Is that all?" 😭 Still painful. Still stubborn. Still refusing to cooperate. So I made one final decision. Sleep. Because if movies have taught me anything, it's that people wake up magically healed. I slept with hope. I woke up with betrayal 😂 The pain felt like it had grown overnight. At this point, my dad entered the story. His prescription? Bitter kola. The problem was that swallowing was already difficult, so that plan ended before it started 😭 Now here's the funny part... After all the panic, all the remedies, and all the frustration, the pain has started reducing on its own. Slowly. Very slowly. But enough for me to notice. So now I'm stuck with a question: Do I leave it alone and let it continue healing on its own? Or is there still something else I should be doing? #HealthAwareness #StudentLife #Discussion #Nigeria #SelfCare #StoryTimeThro
