Even better to have a throat that doesn't feel like it's trying to strangle me.
I suspect that I may have had my usual stealth strep on top of everything else, as I finally got the big guns out last night, and hit it with the big antibiotics and my throat finally stopped swelling and hurting so badly. My lymph nodes were all rock-hard, and they've finally softened a little and aren't trying to strangle me any more. Whew. Thing is that the last three times I had strep, including two where they actually took cultures and determined, later, that that was what it was, I didn't have the fever or the spotty tonsils, just the rock-hard lymph and super painful throat.
My eyes are finally showing whites again. The dreaded pink-eye has been chased off, not nearly as easily as Jet's. Took him only two days for his eyes to be clear, mine are still mildly bloodshot, but at least I don't look like a second-rate vampire anymore. The sinus thing went with it, which is good.
Oddly enough, though, my lungs have reacted really badly to all this and decided that asthma was the way to respond. The albuterol is now very, very welcome. Each breath is a gift for me, again. It amazes me how trivial everything else becomes when I find it nearly impossible to breathe.