Raise your hand if your nose is red and swollen.
Raise your hand if your eyes are itchy and blood-shot.
Raise your hand if you have snot dripping out of yournoseat the most inopportune of times. (Actually, I can’t think of a real opportune time for dripping snot.)
Raise your hand if you experience violent mood swings and demand completely unreasonable things from those you love. (Oh, maybe that’s just me. Moving on.)
If you were able to raise your hand to any of the above situations (except, perhaps, the violent mood swings) I believe you may be one of the millions of people in this country who suffer from seasonal allergies. I know I fall into that group.
I happen to live in the “grass seed capital of the world”. I’ll give you one guess as to which category of allergens attack me on a seasonal basis. Yep. You got it. Grass allergens. Could I have possibly picked a worse place to live? I think the only way to achieve that would be to set up a hut smack dab in the middle of a grass field. That would be worse.
However, even though I don’t live in the middle of a grass field, I am but mere miles away from them and, unfortunately, pay the dear consequences.
It’s actually a running joke in my family…Mindy’s allergies. It just so happens that my symptoms tend to act up when any kind of yard work is necessary. This did not go over so well when I was in high school. My siblings would be outside sweaty and dirty toiling over beds of weeds and wheelbarrows full of bark, sucking in grass pollen. I would be inside, perched on the couch sipping iced tea and watching Days of Our Lives, not sucking in grass pollen. Hey. I didn’t create the unfairness of the world. I just live in it.
Medicinally speaking, I have yet to figure out how to entirely wipe out the sniffles and itchies. I have tried all manners of medication and haven’t yet found the secret formula that actually works. I have taken over-the-counter antihistamines, prescription drugs, homeopathic solutions and have even resorted to steroid shots in both the arms and the *ahem* be-dunk-a-dunk. I’ve been attempting to stear clear of the steroids after experiencing some very odd side effects, one of which actually killed off tissue in my arm leaving a giant divet at the injection site. Gross. I’m far too vain for voluntary mutilation. (Unless they could perform a series of shots covering the entire buttocks area…I could actually handle losing some tissue from there.)
I am currently taking up to 6 capsules dailyof Quercetin (a natural anti-histamine and anti-inflammatory) and will soon add a dose of Allegra to the mix. I plan on being nice and medicated here real soon. Which renders me slightly grumpy and utterly uselessfor a good 6 weeks. Mainly it means I am housebound for the majority of late spring/early summer and won’t be able to be outside sporting my bikini-clad selfon especially hot days. Darn it. That’s too bad. I hate that. What a disappointment. Because otherwise I’d totally be outside. In a bikini. Right.
So, to all of my fellow allergy sufferers, I pray for you a mild season and medication that works. I also grant you permission to whine and complain as much as you see fit as necessary. Because I plan to. A lot.