Yayyy and boo!
So, I've been getting acupuncture treatments to combat my hayfever. I didn't even know it was a thing, but my massage therapist apparently does it on the regular, including to herself, so I decided to give it a whirl. It wasn't that expensive, and I figured it was worth a try.
We started preemptive treatments way back in March, so I didn't know if it would work until mid May at the earliest. It was quite a few needles I was taking on good faith.
But it actually works! Like, omg, I am actually really surprised at how well it's working! I can actually function as a human being, both inside and outside the house, and not feel like an entire ant hill has taken up residence inside my face! I'm so freakin' happy!
To illustrate, Sven and I talked about it yesterday, and he asked me how many allergy pills I've taken so far. I said two. He said, "today?" and I said, "no, in total. Since grass season started!" Last year I was popping 3-4 pills PER DAY, just to get through the day. Just to sleep at night.
So, like. One could argue that this is a case of faith moving mountains, but since I was super skeptical about it, I'm not sure it applies. Either way, I don't really care, because this is the first summer since I was 17 that I feel I'm not actively dying from hay fever. And that's a win! :D
In less good news, our kitchen project just got postponed another couple of weeks. Ugghhh!! The counter tops don't fit, and they have to order new ones, and that's an extra 10 days, minimum. I thought Sven was gonna blow a gasket, he was so angry. I'm a lot more phlegmatic about it, because I'd already given up the dream of moving in last weekend when I found out the carpenter wasn't gonna be able to get here until Friday, and then we still have the electrician to come after, and moving into a kitchen that doesn't have electricity seems really counter productive to me. Like, what pleasure would I gain from now having to walk three steps up from our utility room to fetch a plate when the fridge, the stovetop, and everything else is still down here? No thanks. But, like. I thought we'd move in next weekend. Not, probably, three weeks from now. If we're lucky. We're so close to the finish line. It's staring us in the face. And we're trapped, like rats, waiting.
But whatever. It's a pain, and we've passed the two month mark, and we'd really, really like to have our home back and a functioning kitchen, but it just is, and it'll get fixed, and fuck it. Meanwhile, it's summer outside and our grill is awesome, and luckily, Sven loves hot dogs, and we'll make do.
We started preemptive treatments way back in March, so I didn't know if it would work until mid May at the earliest. It was quite a few needles I was taking on good faith.
But it actually works! Like, omg, I am actually really surprised at how well it's working! I can actually function as a human being, both inside and outside the house, and not feel like an entire ant hill has taken up residence inside my face! I'm so freakin' happy!
To illustrate, Sven and I talked about it yesterday, and he asked me how many allergy pills I've taken so far. I said two. He said, "today?" and I said, "no, in total. Since grass season started!" Last year I was popping 3-4 pills PER DAY, just to get through the day. Just to sleep at night.
So, like. One could argue that this is a case of faith moving mountains, but since I was super skeptical about it, I'm not sure it applies. Either way, I don't really care, because this is the first summer since I was 17 that I feel I'm not actively dying from hay fever. And that's a win! :D
In less good news, our kitchen project just got postponed another couple of weeks. Ugghhh!! The counter tops don't fit, and they have to order new ones, and that's an extra 10 days, minimum. I thought Sven was gonna blow a gasket, he was so angry. I'm a lot more phlegmatic about it, because I'd already given up the dream of moving in last weekend when I found out the carpenter wasn't gonna be able to get here until Friday, and then we still have the electrician to come after, and moving into a kitchen that doesn't have electricity seems really counter productive to me. Like, what pleasure would I gain from now having to walk three steps up from our utility room to fetch a plate when the fridge, the stovetop, and everything else is still down here? No thanks. But, like. I thought we'd move in next weekend. Not, probably, three weeks from now. If we're lucky. We're so close to the finish line. It's staring us in the face. And we're trapped, like rats, waiting.
But whatever. It's a pain, and we've passed the two month mark, and we'd really, really like to have our home back and a functioning kitchen, but it just is, and it'll get fixed, and fuck it. Meanwhile, it's summer outside and our grill is awesome, and luckily, Sven loves hot dogs, and we'll make do.