Death would be preferable to the misery I’m living in. Seriously. Spring is here with a vengeance and my allergies are on the warpath. I can’t sleep, I can’t breathe, I can’t see, I can’t function. Yeah, I’m fun to live with. Of course M is gone right now. Of course. Really, if you saw me, you’d think I’d gone several rounds with Oscar de la Hoya. My eyes are swollen to mere slits, my nose is red and my skin is sallow. Maybe it’s a good thing M is gone.
I ventured out today and am paying the price. My friends decided to go have some breakfast at IKEA (squeeeeee!!!!!!!!!) and you know I couldn’t pass that up. Indy was excited because it meant he would get to go to Smaland. When we showed up, my friend commented that I wore a top that matched my eyes. I should add that my top was white, pink, red and black paisley. Nice. I made it through b’fast without sneezing and spent a while wandering the store commenting on this and that (and maybe buying a thing or two). My eyes were getting itchy, but weren’t watering (much). I knew I needed to get home though before a full blown attack hit. Indy and I made it home and within 30 minutes my eyes were pouring, my nose was running and I was sneezing so much I feared my brain would come untethered and fine its way out of my head. It got so bad I couldn’t even read my book because I couldn’t focus. Oh, the misery. The agony. BTW, there are no photos because if you saw me like this you’d run screaming and never come back to my blog. It’s that bad. If only it would rain for more than 2 and a half minutes and wash some of this horrible pollen away. Now I’m done griping and am off to lay back on the sofa with a cool cloth over my eyes. Leave me some love people. Leave me some love.