Ahhh, spring! That beautiful short lived moment right between the first conscious thought of ‘the bushes and flowers are really gorgeous this year’ and the first Achoo.
I am absolutely miserable.
I’m sure anyone who has ever had their quality of breathing affected by seasonal allergies they can agree- being hyped up on decongestants, expectorants, antihistamines, steroids, inhalers and antibiotics all at once, is a drug cocktail worth avoiding if you can!
It’s mother nature’s way of saying, ‘Hey, do you want to know what it is really like to be psychotic for a trial run? Pollution deserves one fair turn to another, you know?’
And the drugs having fun with you saying- Hey you weren’t interesting enough before, but you can breathe now so who cares if you can sleep or even sit still, or if your mood swings from bitch-of-the-century to I-don’t-know-whats-wrong-with-me within a minutes time? AND You really rock those horns growing out of you forehead from the prednisone btw?’ (Prednisone is an evil, evil drug! lol)
Thanks, mother nature! You rock yourself! 🙂 There is nothing better than seeing you every year this time to question which is more important to me, to be sane or being able to breathe!
So I’m giving warning labels to my writing for the next little bit:
- It may seem off.
- It may seem demented.
- It may seem like I’m going through crisis.
But no worries, it’s just the lack of normal levels of oxygen to the brain as my body goes haywire rejecting all the pollen that is flying around me from all these gorgeous flowers I can barely see through red swollen itchy eyes.
I secretly suspect the flowers know exactly what they’re doing, and this is their plan to take over the world! (at least from me!)
I will not find my demise from a Zombie apocalypse- A flower will be what slays me!