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Horaay! It's springtime!
So, spring is coming. Or, depending on where you are, it's already here. It could even be a distant memory for you, in which case... well, shut up.
Spring (here) brings with it a lot of neat stuff. St Patty's Day, for example. Or warmer weather, which, I can't really understand who would want such a thing, but hey, if you're into that sort of thing... Oh, yeah. There are also the flowers. And the pollen. If you like spring, at all, it's because you don't have allergies. For the rest of us, the season represents three months of the worst pain we've ever felt - you think hayfever is just like a little cold, all runny noses and sneezing? Fuck you. Try taking fiberglass and rubbing it in your eyes - at least that will go away, after a while. (Why, god, why would you allow a malady that lets our eyes itch? Nose and throat, that's fine, but why something that you know full well will make us go blind if we scratch it?) Yeah, that was pretty much all I had. Your turn! Share your allergy experiances here. Jam it back in, in the dark. |
I'm pretty sure I was bottle-fed, Alice, though to be honest, my memory gets a bit spotty beyond "what I had for breakfast this morning." (A small slice of leftover birthday cake. In case anyone was curious.)
And while I get slight asmatic symptoms (I can usually ignor those), on top of the typical runny nose bit, the one that really gets me are my eyes. I can get by without breathing; just leave my eyes alone. Also, I'm an absolute cryophile. I hate the heat, but I'll be sleeping next to open windows when it's sixteen degrees outside. (Farenheight.) There's nowhere I can't reach. |