Nothing really new to report. If any of the symptoms are improving, it’s not noticeable to me. I would have expected to be in better shape two weeks-plus after the last treatment I’m coughing up occasional tiny bits of what appear to be tissue from the throat. Climbing three steps up to a train with my luggage, then hoisting my suitcase to the rack above the seats, left me seriously panting.
As of Thursday morning, my voice had progressed from a whisper to a croak, which seemed like important progress. But two days of talking too much at a meeting set me back again. This weekend I’m planning to be silent except for a few short phone calls; I’ll see if that helps.
Off to Prague and Amsterdam Tuesday night. That’s not seeming nearly as good an idea now as it did when I planned it, but I still expect to have a good time.