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The newest crazy thing my neighbor did was that she threw this big party for her boyfriend for his birthday and talked about it incessantly for a month. So then the weekend before the bday and the day of, she doesn’t remind us, therefore we missed it. What goes through her mind?
AND her boyfriend is pirating out internet (not a big deal normally) and now I can’t stream any audio. This is going to make me homicidal. I listen to the CBC all day. ARG! Do not get between me and my OCD issues or the world will burn to the ground!
I know it’s spring because I have an octopus in my sinuses. It was sort of bothering me yesterday, but today it’s BAD. Tomorrow I should wake up with my face aching. I wonder what sinus medication I will take this year to be constantly crazy for the next three months? Claritin? Maybe. I have no idea why they claim to have no side effects on that drug-is “weirded out” no longer a scientific category for a side effect? Anyway, I am sitting here typing this in between blowing my nose over and over and sneezing. I wonder if today might mark the day I have to start on the sinus meds. Sinus=allergies when I am talking, which should be clear. This started as a joke on my grandmother who also has very bad allergies. To illuminate:
[grandmother sitting at kitchen counter clutching head]
Me: My allergies are bad today too. I think it’s the wisteria maybe.
Granma: What? I don’t have allergies! I have sinus.
Me: Righto. My sinuses are really acting up too, weird how that always coincides with allergy season.
Granma: Don’t get smart with me! (her absolute favorite phrase to direct at me, followed closely by “Watch your tone of voice.” which I never learned to do)
Her issue with calling allergies what they were is some kind of hillbilly concept that having allergies makes you infirm, I think. Good thing she never reads the internet (don’t print this off, relatives, I know you like to screw with me, but come on).
To conclude: sinus=allergies (to pollen)
I know I was going to talk about something else, but, for real, my allergies are all I can think about right now. OH NO, SOMEONE’S CUTTING GRASS! *cries, blows nose, sneezes*
I think we’re having a party this weekend with blue grass musicians. That’s, well, SPECIAL. I hope they bring moonshine.
AND her boyfriend is pirating out internet (not a big deal normally) and now I can’t stream any audio. This is going to make me homicidal. I listen to the CBC all day. ARG! Do not get between me and my OCD issues or the world will burn to the ground!
I know it’s spring because I have an octopus in my sinuses. It was sort of bothering me yesterday, but today it’s BAD. Tomorrow I should wake up with my face aching. I wonder what sinus medication I will take this year to be constantly crazy for the next three months? Claritin? Maybe. I have no idea why they claim to have no side effects on that drug-is “weirded out” no longer a scientific category for a side effect? Anyway, I am sitting here typing this in between blowing my nose over and over and sneezing. I wonder if today might mark the day I have to start on the sinus meds. Sinus=allergies when I am talking, which should be clear. This started as a joke on my grandmother who also has very bad allergies. To illuminate:
[grandmother sitting at kitchen counter clutching head]
Me: My allergies are bad today too. I think it’s the wisteria maybe.
Granma: What? I don’t have allergies! I have sinus.
Me: Righto. My sinuses are really acting up too, weird how that always coincides with allergy season.
Granma: Don’t get smart with me! (her absolute favorite phrase to direct at me, followed closely by “Watch your tone of voice.” which I never learned to do)
Her issue with calling allergies what they were is some kind of hillbilly concept that having allergies makes you infirm, I think. Good thing she never reads the internet (don’t print this off, relatives, I know you like to screw with me, but come on).
To conclude: sinus=allergies (to pollen)
I know I was going to talk about something else, but, for real, my allergies are all I can think about right now. OH NO, SOMEONE’S CUTTING GRASS! *cries, blows nose, sneezes*
I think we’re having a party this weekend with blue grass musicians. That’s, well, SPECIAL. I hope they bring moonshine.