It seemed like it was only yesterday when I woke up from my sleep with a little bit of a sore throat. At first, I thought it was nothing; probably just something I ate the night before that didn’t settle well. Little did I know that I was slowly developing a full-blown thrush infection.
At first, I started to feel a burning sensation on my tongue as if I had tasted something hot, too spicy for my taste buds to handle. Although I had no visible patches of white on my tongue or mouth, I felt a noticeable discomfort while eating. I knew it was time to visit the doctor.
As I learned more about this infection, I was overwhelmed by the amount of information I was receiving. Thrush was a chronic problem, something that I couldn’t shake on my own. I was prescribed several medicines in an attempt to control the infection, but to no avail. The infection began to worsen over time and my hope for a cure slowly started to fade.
The infection took a toll on me; I could barely eat anything and I was constantly in pain. Every time I took a deep breath, my throat felt like it was on fire and I had a horrible taste in my mouth. Whenever I talked, I could feel the burning sensation of the infection on my tongue, and my words were slurred and hard to understand. For the first time in a while, I felt completely helpless.
I don’t remember when was the last time I felt completely healthy and relieved of this infection, and I no longer felt that I was going to recover. This was a harsh reminder that I was not in control of my body. I had no other choice but to accept reality and come to terms with my condition. I had no choice but to live with the reality of my thrush infection, and that it would remain with me for the rest of my life.