So, tomorrow, I’m biting the bullet.
For the last two weeks, out of nowhere, I’ve had allergy issues. Now, I’ve lived in Huntsville, off and on, for almost sixteen years now. I’ve heard everyone say that Huntsville is SO TERRIBLE for people with allergies. Hell, two of my best friends in high school went weekly to receive allergy shots. I always just felt myself blessed.
Then I went into my cynical phase. When people said they had allergies problems (sinus, asthma, etc), I just began to feel that they were less.. stout.. than I am. If I can repell all of these allergens, what the hell is wrong with you that you can’t? You’re clearly genetically inferior to my italian nasal passages.
When I moved to Louisiana, a ginormous cottonwood tree lived right outside of my apartment door. And because I’m one of those open-air hippie-chicks, I quickly learned that I have an allergy to cottonwood. That damn thing bloomed and my head exploded. I felt like I was leaking out of every orifice in my head. And I had no medical, working in the glamorous radio industry, so Married Guy snuck me a boatload of Zyrtec samples from his doctor.
I moved back here and, again, NUTHIN. No allergies. Nothing.
Back to the last two weeks.
It really only hits me in my house and when I’m at work. Outside in my neighborhood.. taking a walk, on the playground, anywhere.. I’m fine. But there’s something blooming here at work and something in my house that is causing me to realize.. I may have allergies. And it’s not even like a little sniff here, a little sneeze there.. I’m having trouble catching my breath. It’s INSANE.
So tomorrow, I’m going to bite the bullet, go to the Dr., and admit that I may have allergy problems.
And I’m going to beg her to fix it.
Or, she can write me a prescription to “Stay away from work” and “Spend more time on the playground”. Either/or.