In spite of fierce seasonal allergies, I enjoy spring--and fall! I just get on out there, view the lovely world through bleary, red eyes, wipe the snot and keep on going!
Are those little birds I see now soaring in the skies above me? Itchy, weepy, bloodshot eyeballs strain to see spring's scenes so lovely. Fragrances of March and April, gifts sweet springtime now delivers, permeate my faucet nostrils, turning streams to raging rivers. Benadryl is coursing through me, bringing respite from the season, rendering me semi-conscious, itching not, but lacking reason. Hours from now when I am lucid-- no more groggy, med-head feeling-- symptoms will return with vengeance, Sneezing fits will set me reeling. March 22, 2017
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