HOWEVER
Last weekend there was a sharp increase in the grass pollen. Grass pollen was never one of the things that bothered me. Cat dander, YES. Mold spores, YES. Hardwood pollen, YES. Mildew, YES. Dust mite dander, DAMN!
But, last weekend the formerly innocuous antigen jumped all over me. My sinuses and eyes were assaulted. My Living Air machine generally protects my breathing environment. This stuff got by it.
I needed a French drain for my head. The isolation and lack of usefulness while enduring this sort of thing adds to its misery. I heard the days were rather pretty.
I loathe antihistamines. I am against most anti-anything. They failed and the fall-back is a short course of steroids. Great. Breathing and trembling – after 3 days of absolute wretchedness. For two days being wretched would have been an improvement.
Draining is the opposite of being clogged. Been there too.
I'll take clogged. When clogged, at least I can still blog.
When free-flowing, blogging is not an option.
Sitting at the keyboard means sitting upright.
It is good to be back, off my back and letting the words come and hopefully connect to you.
I'm going to be looking for a fresh medication to thwart the evil effects of my new nemesis and be prepared for the assault of the ever-fun ragweed. And be in touch with my inner allergy-free self. In that world where I never sneeze, never weep and every breath carries that extra-happy h-air that makes this world bearable.
Unclogged blogging - breathe it IN.
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