Wednesday, it was like being hit by a truck. Or maybe one of the infamous Acme branded anvils that Wile E Coyote was always trying to drop on Roadrunner. The sinuses began draining with a vengeance and soon, my nostrils were raw from all the encounters with tissues. As the afternoon wore on, sneezing began and the eyes became watery.
It all felt very familiar. A cold? Allergies? Or maybe it was Coronavirus? It
was unnerving. And annoying.
After work, it was ramen soup for supper, made extra hot
with Korean hot pepper paste. There was tea. There was a shooter of Nyquil
before retiring to bed early.
Pollen. Ugh. |
Weather Underground says the tree pollen is high, but grass
and weeds are low, so it’s possible the trees are not my friends right now.
Again. We’ve had this rough patch before. In Tennessee, it was cedar that
nearly did me in, but Weather Underground says right now it is birch, ash, and
alder that might be terrorizing me.
Comfort was sought tonight in a mug of blueberry tea with some panettone, a bread-like cake, or maybe it's a cake-like bread. The tea was good, the bread cake is heavy in the stomach, and bed can’t come quickly enough.
Tonight, it will be another night with another shot of the
green stuff to induce sleep and turn off the runny and stuffy nose. Thank
goodness for modern medicine, and here’s hoping this thing runs its course
quickly.
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