My fall-time allergies have arrived with a vengeance.
Two days ago, the right side of my face gave up on allowing any of type air circulation to occur... while at the same time, turning that same nostril into a leaky faucet that will drip at will.
My ears hurt and I feel like a teething toddler as I pull on them and attempt not to whine.
Today, my right eye decided to join in on the fun and turned a lovely shade of up-all-night-blood-shot red.
My voice is scruffy at best and I have a dry cough to accompany it. (But at least all the coughing is adding in strong stomach muscles, right?)
I can't take in a full breath as it feels as if someone is standing on my chest.
... I'm not complaining. I'm just saying that when you see me slack-jawed, being a mouth breather, glassy-eyed, and I ask you to repeat yourself for a third time as I blow my nose... I'm doing the best I can until the ragweed either gets burnt up by the sun or buried under snow... whichever comes first.
The Day The Sky Went Silent
1 week ago