It hurts like razorcandy

When I try and swallow my whole throat signals me with a rasping and crumply pain that it is not in the best of states.
When I drink water in an attempt at soothing the squalor inside it's like trying to wet sand in the middle of the dessert: clumpy and fecund.
I suppose it's yet another physical manifestation of the fact that I simply cannot try to externalize everything about my own pain by seeking out the solutions to other people's problems.