In fact, it has now lasted longer than my brief betrothal to my ex-fiancee/ex-girlfriend. That is a story in itself, one which I do not care to explain at length here. Suffice it to say that she apparently had second thoughts about marrying me, and called things off. I was engaged for a total of nine days. Hoo-fucking-ray.
As for the sinister illness, prior to today my immune system--fortified with 500 mg of Amoxicillin every 8 hours--managed to beat it into a form resembling submission, though not without considerable collateral damage.
The weekend of the 21st my throat was so sore I went to the "extended hours care" at my nearby clinic; the doc there prescribed a lidocaine gel gargle. Although the stuff made me heave, it did dull the pain in my throat enough for me to be able to swallow ibuprofen tablets--four of them--which took the swelling down enough that I could stand to eat. Despite 800 mg of ibuprofen, the night of the 21st I was running four degrees of fever.
I actually tried to go to work on the 27th. The 20th should have been my first day back after my trip to the Philippines, but I was already really sick on the 20th and had called off. But I thought I was well enough on the 27th.
I lasted two hours. My direct boss did his best to convince me that he thought I should go home without actually saying to me, "Go home, moron." He also told his boss that I was going to go home early. But before the boss had mentioned it to me I had been ready to tell him I wanted to go home early; I was sweating, dizzy, staggering, and woozy.
So I slept a lot over the weekend. This morning, then, I took stock: my throat, which had gotten almost all the way better, was feeling scratchy and sore again. My temperature was just a shade over 1°F too high, and I felt woozy and shaky. So I called the doc's office and set up an appointment.
As it turns out, there is pus in the back of my throat and I am in the throes of a secondary infection. I must have evil grinning Pinoy death tonsillitis, because I'm still coughing my lungs out and I still feel rotten. *sigh*
I don't like taking so many days off from work in a row, but the boss pointed out that I wasn't going to do anyone any good if I worked myself into the hospital. Besides, he (rightfully) doesn't want anyone else to come down with this crap.
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As for Lovely Complex I am really, really enjoying it. I just finished watching episode 10; I watched 7, 8, 9, and 10 today because I just couldn't help myself. Willpower alone is not enough to keep me from watching it.
There's just enough angst in it to make for a satisfying drama, and it's also very funny stuff. The characters are all likeable.
The artist of the manga is Aya Nakahara, but the art style in the anime is reminiscent of both Hana Yori Dango and Here is Greenwood. In fact, there was a character in the story who reminded me of Reina Kisaragi from the latter title...and as it turned out, the charaters were more similar than I knew.
Unusual for any anime or manga series, the story is set in the Kansai region of Japan, and the characters speak in that dialect.
I'm going to be looking for the manga, too; this is really good stuff.