We had a very windy couple of days a little over a week ago and that was all it took to trigger my worst fall in years. I am coughing and wheezing, sneezing and nose-blowing as if I have the worst cold in the world, and it is so clearly allergies that I want to scream. The main culprit at this point is ragweed, but the beginning of the mold season is upon us here in the north as the leaves begin to turn and the gardens are getting turned. With all the vaunted excellence of modern medical research, why hasn’t anyone come up with a cure for allergies????
And I’m not alone. I run into others at the tissue displays in the drug stores and groceries. We compare notes on which does the least damage.One thing most of us are settled on is “No lotion!” There is nothing worse than getting a rash on top of a reddened nose from tissue overuse. When I’m allergic at this level, even normally benign irritants become major insults to my well-being.
The most annoying thing about being allergic is that my creativity node is clearly as clogged as the rest of my head. The only idea I could come up with on a night I tried to write involved an angry lawn gnome on top of a pile of garbage. Trust me, it goes downhill from there.