(on a random side note – somehow some of you who I have been following disappeared off of my list. So if I haven’t commented at all recently – thats why…its fixed now.)
Fall is actually my favorite time of year. I love the leaves changing and the cool weather – even though the leaves don’t change much here. Halloween is my favorite holiday. And it means I won’t have to mow my lawn for the next few months
I love spring too. The azaleas are beautiful in full bloom. People spend more time outside, and softball season starts again.
But spring also means
The one time of year where I almost kinda sorta consider moving back to Ohio. I didn’t have issues with allergies until I moved to South Carolina, and it seems like it gets slightly worse every year.
I think that describes it pretty well.
I used to watch those commercials for the allergy meds where people describe feeling like they are in a “fog” and wonder exactly what that meant. I totally get it now. On allergy days I long to feel the way the commercial people feel after taking their magic pill and are released from their fog.
Sometimes, on a particularly bad day, I just sneeze.
One day, I started to sneeze so many times that I counted them. Not including the sneezes prior to starting to count, I counted over 80.
My abs got a good workout that day.
I feel bad for Bryan mostly when I sneeze. While I know that the polite and least disgusting thing to do is to reach for a tissue, use your elbow or cover your mouth, my sneezes come about with very little warning. Usually I spend the precious milliseconds searching for a tissue and ACHOO! When I do cover my mouth with my hand, it typically still sprays because I do what I like to call “projectile sneeze”.
Once, I sneezed straight up in the air…..and then it rained back down on my face.
When I’m not sneezing constantly, I’m typically dealing with a runny nose. From one nostril. Just one. Not that I am complaining about being able to breathe out of one nostril, I just find it odd. I’m sitting on the couch minding my own business when suddenly my body turns on a mini water faucet, forcing me to relax and watch TV like this:
What? I get tired of constantly wiping my nose raw. And only about 2 more attacks away from walking around like that in public.
The weather’s getting warmer
The flowers start to bloom
My car’s covered in pollen
It is the time of doom
I breathe out of one nostril
Because that’s just how it goes
Nothings more fun than relaxing
With a tissue up my nose
I hope I’ll wake up in the morning
And be out of this fog, please
Can you get me a tissue?
I think I have to