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.
For many of my fellow allergy sufferers, spring is the worst time of the year. After the long cold winter here in the northeast, we have a positive cornucopia of allergens to deal with, now that all of the March ones that didn’t pop when they should have are coming out to join the April ones in droves. I have a lovely cough that can stop a conversation at ten paces as people look for the diseased one. They look doubtful when I tell them I’m not contagious.
Many of my writer friends are making use of the inspiration of blue skies and days when the high flirts with 70. We all breathe a sigh of relief when the weather people tell us the night time low will be above freezing. Spring poems are coming into our space on Church St. for review and analysis, but today has stopped some short.
Being in the home city of Ben and Jerry’s, we are enjoying the carnival atmosphere of free cone day. Some springs, it has not been smiled on by the weather gods, but they played nice today. Low 60s, blue sky with puffy white clouds, long lines snake down the street. They started at noon, and it is nearly 3:30 as I write, and the line has not shrunk all day. As people get their ice cream, new people join the queue, laughing and chattering away. A poor keyboardist has been playing practically non stop since 11:30. It’s a nice background, but he’s not getting the attention he deserves.
I wonder if I will go join the throng and scare the bejeezus out of them with my foghorn cough. Maybe they’ll move me up the line faster to get rid of me!