"The only time we get sick inside / is when some bum hitches a ride. / We wait for a sharp corner to come / and open the door--bye bye bum!" --You KNOW where it's from**
Right now I wish I had a sharp corner to turn and a door *I* could open. It began with an absolutely wonderful lady in my life who owns a territorial, free-roaming, shed-beast of a cat, who thought nothing of climbing all over their shared apartment. When she was slated to clean it, I was roped in to help. The weekend before that, and that one, and the one after, ended with me in a wretched, allergic state, running my nose frantically showering and wiping and laundering and trying to get my sinuses and nasals clear. Twice I was sent home for being too dizzy and ill to work.
Dammit. I thought that ten months of injections would at least have raised my tolerance for cats, but it has not.
This weekend, my neck lymph nodes swelled, my Eustachian tubes swelled shut, and I was reduced to an achy, dizzy wreck, though the cat was miles away. Now I can't even eat, since a side effect of ear blockage is reduced jaw strength and ridiculous teething pain. My allergies had let in some nasty bum, who now needs professionals to extract. I now have to ride the allergy-medicine roller-coaster until some specialist tells me I'll be on it for life.
If you get the runny nose, my friends, blow gently, so you don't get what I had, and seek allergy medication. I know you hate Benadryl, but there are others.
Bonus points for said wonderful lady--my girlfriend, of course--for treating me well while I struggle with this.
**If you get it, this makes the second skating reference in two web logs.
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