Allergies? Really? :-P
I've avoided posting the tiny complaints. The myriad of minuscule moans. Whining. But today my voice surrendered and so now my will--witholding the floodgates of whines--has finally fallen as well.
Stupid Allergies.
I'm lucky.
Not since 1998 in Germany have I suffered environmental allergens. I mean, I don't know the culprit, but something hit me last Sunday and I've been physically drained--even ADLs leave me winded. Then there are the deep, thick secretions in the lower respiratory tract that leave me coughing and gagging. (Gee... no wonder I get SOB with so little effort).
So now I'm reduced to a growl of a voice. I don't speak, I rumble.
It would make my John Hurt impression easy if my voice had broken and octave higher instead of lower. ;-)
I haven't had much of a work schedule this week so that's been a boon. The only shame is that I've had to bow out of countless social occasions with wonderful people.
Poo.
Alright, I'm done venting. I feel a little better, but I'm giving pseudoephedrine the credit.
Now since my sense of smell is unimpaired I'm going to go enjoy the beautiful weather and collapse under a spell of Benadryl later this evening.
Margaret was right though, diphenhydramine HCl certainly conjures the Sandman, but his vengeance is disharmonious dreams of twisted dimensions.
Stupid Allergies.
I'm lucky.
Not since 1998 in Germany have I suffered environmental allergens. I mean, I don't know the culprit, but something hit me last Sunday and I've been physically drained--even ADLs leave me winded. Then there are the deep, thick secretions in the lower respiratory tract that leave me coughing and gagging. (Gee... no wonder I get SOB with so little effort).
So now I'm reduced to a growl of a voice. I don't speak, I rumble.
It would make my John Hurt impression easy if my voice had broken and octave higher instead of lower. ;-)
I haven't had much of a work schedule this week so that's been a boon. The only shame is that I've had to bow out of countless social occasions with wonderful people.
Poo.
Alright, I'm done venting. I feel a little better, but I'm giving pseudoephedrine the credit.
Now since my sense of smell is unimpaired I'm going to go enjoy the beautiful weather and collapse under a spell of Benadryl later this evening.
Margaret was right though, diphenhydramine HCl certainly conjures the Sandman, but his vengeance is disharmonious dreams of twisted dimensions.