I can't breathe. That's why I'm up at four in the morning, unable to sleep... the sinuses are so clogged it feels like someone poured concrete in my head while I slept and my eyes are so itchy and gritty that it would be a mercy to put forks in them. So here I am Benedryl doused, water at hand to wash away the cotton mouth, and a hanky ready to mop up the tearing eyes and oceans of mucus. Bleh.
The worst part of hay fever is that I live in a constant state of irritation for 1-2 months each year and I'm a bear to live with. My poor family. I growl at little things and find that simple affectionate gestures which the husband and boys try to make in an attempt to soothe this allergy beast annoy me.
"Why are you standing so near me? I can't breathe and you're sucking up all my air!"
"I just wanted to give you a...hug/kiss/pat on the back (insert sympathetic gesture here)."
"Oh. Ok. Um, thanks." Beth then returns the gesture briefly before fleeing to a more oxygen rich part of the apartment.
Benedryl, Chlor Trimetron, Alevert, Clariton, Tylenol Severe Allergy, they're all a joke making barely a dent in the parade of horrific and disgusting symptoms. I've gone old school in an attempt to find some relief- long, long, scalding hot showers, eye drops, and this is new to me, snorting warm salt water. It's supposed to dry out the sinuses- works somewhat, but well, it also produces sputtering, hacking, and vomiting if swallowed. Geez.
This is the price I pay to live where I do. I never had such severe hay fever in California, but then I either lived on a big rock with lots of trees or on land that was paved right up to the ocean, either way no huge swatches of grass not like here. On no! Here, towns are strung together by rolling fields of hay. Shoot me. It's not all vineyards and hazelnut groves up here in the beautiful Northwest. Seems like any yahoo with a patch of dirt to scratch is planting hay. Last year living out at the farm we were surrounded by 90 acres of the stuff and every time Farmer Gary touched it (cutting, piling, baling) I wanted to claw my face off... and throw it at him.
Well, the sun has come up. Looks like it's going to be another beautiful day. Time to go brace myself for it.
5 comments:
Ohhhhh, Honey! I'm so sorry.
I have THE remedy for your affliction...
...wine and chocolate. The sneezing, dripping and suicidal thoughts just melt away into the euphoria...
Get over here!!
The thing with it is- my sniffer is so clogged that I have almost no sense of taste! Wine and chocolate- particularly the fine examples you have on hand would be wasted on me in this state. Alas! I'll be happy to hang out and drip if you want.
Some fun eh?
Stob mocking be. Jud becuz I hab a stuffy nobe dud not mean I'b any less of a --hachoooo!-- berson!
Maybe it's a brain tumor.
Okay... I'm thoroughly convinced that we were separated at birth. From your love of cooking to what you share from your heart to even allergies (oh! And we're both married to Matts!) , we are so similar it's almost scary !!! I'm thinking we were either separated at birth or somehow you have half my brain. But I seem to be managing somewhat well without it, so you can keep it. :-)
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