Wednesday, December 15, 2010

I have a cold

I have a vicious cold, and that fact makes me totally and utterly miserable. Well, I'm totally and utterly miserable most of the time, so that's no news. But now, if that's at all possible, I am worse than ever.

Why? Next Wednesday I am going to Malaysia for a week, and it's so not fun to be sick on vacation.
But in the meantime, my cold and I are still at home in Japan, still fighting each other.

I've been taking this wonderful cold and flu medicine, possibly made in Latvia. Or maybe Lithuania. Whatever. Not sure what this stuff is, the only ingredient that I could readily identify was paracetamol (aka acetominophen, aka Tylenol), which I suppose is legal in Japan, right? I'm not even going to attempt a wild guess as to what the other ingredients might be, but whatever they are, they work. And boy, do they ever!

20 minutes after taking a single dose, I feel no pain. In fact, I feel nothing at all. In fact, I am knocked out cold. I wake up 9 hours later feeling vaguely odd and disconnected, but otherwise pain free.

I am not entirely sure how this wonder drug fell into my hands. As far as I remember, and after taking this medicine you don't really remember all that much, it was one of those bizarre penpal exchanges. The kind where you send someone a stick of lip gloss, a fridge magnet and some manga postcards and in return ask very vaguely for "cold medicine that works", or "pierogi seasoning" or a "flex grip potato peeler". And then you sit back and wait to see what comes in the mail.

And what came was the cold medicine, a quasi-pornographic ad for nude Baltic dancing girls along with a baby Jesus postcard. (Uhu, I wonder what kind of google searches this post will bring, this shall be interesting).

So now, if you excuse me, I will administer myself another dose (of the medicine, not of baby Jesus or  nude Baltic girls), while you can look at some Otariya photos. Mister was kind enough to schlep downtown today to take some pictures.

Sake, mochi and vegetables - a balanced meal for the gods.

Lanterns ready for the procession.

And you can't have a festival, no matter how small, without a mikoshi procession.

The next thud you hear is me falling down. See you in about 9 hours.

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