A frog in my throat

I’ve got something in my throat, a frog, a lump…something, something! Feels like a pill, one that went down too dry. And I did have one of those–some allergy meds I downed before I headed to hang out on Buggie’s couch and breathe her cat dander infested air. It did feel sticky going down, but that was Saturday and I seriously doubt that I have a Chlor-Trimeton still stuck in my freaking throat. I mean there have been glasses of good red wine, gallons of water, a bottle of prosecco, some sparkling pomegranate juice, mugs upon mugs of coffee and several more of green tea. This is not to mention all of the food that has made it’s way down my gaping maw. I mean any of that would have either dissolved or dislodged it by now — or, in all likelihood, it just would have melted on it’s own damned accord, it’s been FOUR days for crissakes. So what’s up? It’s making me crazy.

Go away lump! Go away!