No, I am not sad, not at all. I am allergic. Allergic to ragweed (amongst other things). I therefore despise it. I hate its little yellow weedy self and the way it makes me sneeze... and as it creates amazing amounts of tears to flow from my itchy puffy eyes. Ragweed is doing its pollinating thang, and I can feel it!
Did you know that ragweed pollen can travel for hundreds of miles on the wind alone? I am probably suffering from ragweed that is growing in West Virginia!
eck.
This runny nose needs to go work. Do you know what awaits me at work? Inside the closed up building ragweed cannot attack! But instead, as I clean I come across dust & mold. Mold is another culprit in my life. And do you know what I found as I was cleaning, over at camp, just the other day?
Mushrooms... growing... indoors.
Now, let me clarify, this had everything to do with a crack in the flooring, and is not because the building is disgusting. Just another one of those anomalies of camp.
Please know, this is not a complaint, as I have been 'allergic' for 22 years now-- but I write for any fellow sufferers. I understand. I understand what its like to have to hold your breath if someone sprays an aerosol air freshener. Or why you can't sit in grass too long because your legs will get all itchy. Or when you dust your home every other day so as not to have sneezing fits in the night. Or why your husband can't buy you lillies, because that bright orange pollen is just too dangerous.
...Or, is that just me??
2 comments:
I like you!
Maybe you were too clean as a child and your body didn't build up a tolerance to disgusting pathogens... like me!
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