an unexpected victory

I've had the killer cold from hell since last weekend. I actually thought I was getting better on Thursday but no, it was just lulling me into a false sense of security so it could come back with renewed viciousness. My throat feels like I lost four rounds with a cheese-grater. I'm coughing so hard in my sleep that I'm waking up with a headache. And to add insult to injury I have the worst and ugliest case of conjunctivitis I've ever seen. Seriously my eye looks like I'm going to start weeping blood any second now.

So this is the condition I was in when I went for my follow-up gastroscopy yesterday. I didn't get the entertaining assistants this time but it's just as well, I really wasn't in the mood for joking around.

When they were done with me they woke me up and led me into a tiny room with an armchair where I could relax and gradually shake off the anaesthetic. My throat, already sore from the coughing, was rubbed completely raw by the scope. I'd also managed to drool enough to soak almost the entire left side of my tshirt.

Finally the doctor came in to see me and let me know that I could go. Oh, and the Barrett's I was diagnosed with last year? Gone.

...

Gone? What do you mean gone?

Yep, gone. Just like that. The mutant burned cells have been replaced with pink healthy new growth.

Oh, I'll have to keep an eye on it to make sure there are no future problems, but still. It just... grew back. I didn't even know it could do that.

Kind of makes the cold seem a whole lot more tolerable.

Now if I could just stop with the damn coughing already.