There was something fishy about this reporter's sore throat
It all started back in the middle of June, when I began feeling pain on the right side of my throat whenever I yawned.
I tried to ignore the pain at first. It began a few weeks after I battled a cold, and I assumed it was just a leftover from the virus.
Work, kids and preparing for vacation helped distract me, but then it happened: Vacation arrived, and while walking to Times Square during a trip to New York City, I turned my head to get a good look at the cab driver asleep in his taxi with his feet dangling out the driver's side window.
I continued to feel it as I moved my head around. I didn't know what was wrong, but I tried not to think too much about it. Sometimes physical ailments only get worse when you focus too much on them, so I carried on with vacation.
I dreaded going to bed because the discomfort always seemed worse when I placed my head on my pillow. On a few occasions, I grabbed a flashlight, stood in front of the bathroom mirror, opened my mouth, and poked around in my throat. I couldn't see anything.
And I began to wonder if it was all in my imagination.
After two months of worrying about my throat, I finally decided it was time to see my doctor. I just couldn't stand it any longer. I had to know if there was something wrong.
By late last month, I was wondering if my throat issue had something to do with my posture. I don't have an ergonomic chair, and I'm always slouching when I type. Maybe if I sit up straight, it'll realign something? I tried, but no luck.
I didn't know whether to be relieved or freak out.
He then grabbed a metal instrument and stuck it down my throat, wiggled it around, and withdrew an offending object.
Yes, a fish bone.
"Well, that was a first," Dr. Danielson told me.
It was a first for me, too. A fish bone stuck in my tonsil was not on my list of possible reasons for my summer of throat trouble.
Held prisoner by this bone all summer, I was free at last.
Had I suspected a bone, I would have gone to the doctor right after I began feeling pain. Instead, I spent my summer worrying.
One last thing. To those attending the final day of the Hampton Beach Seafood Festival today, please chew with care.
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