Hi Darling Ones,
I didn’t start having seasonal allergies until I was in my mid-30s. It feels like a ripoff to develop them at that point in life. Shouldn’t allergies be something you’re born with? I thought I won some kind of genetic lottery until that weird spring of 2000-aught-something when I was convinced every other day I was coming down with a cold.
My boss, JTo, listened to me wheeze and whine for like the third time in three days and then said, “You have allergies, take some Claritin-D and you’ll be fine.” She flung some of those tablets at me and that’s the day I accepted her as my personal lord and savior.
For the past two and a half years I’ve been playing a never-ending game of COVID or Allergies? So far 99.9% of the time I’ve played this game it has been allergies. When I finally did get the COVID, it was in January when allergies weren’t even a possibility.
It feels a little like March 2020 up in here. Since Thursday (the actual one that happened on June 9th and not like how today is Thursday, March 836, 2020 in COVID Standard Time) I’ve felt mostly like hot garbage with moments of room-temperature garbage. I felt so shitty last week I took a COVID test. It was negative.
This week I’m incapable of getting enough sleep. The limit for how much sleep I need does not exist. Yesterday I had to take a nap after breakfast. Also had to take one before dinner. This morning I almost had to take a nap between exercising and taking a shower. Instead, I sat on the edge of the bed contemplating a nap for 20 minutes.
Before dinner I googled to see if fatigue might be a symptom of allergies. It is. Also a symptom of cancer. After dinner I took another COVID test. It was negative.
Even though everyone I know who is afflicted with allergies keeps complaining how bad they are this year, mine seem extra-special uniquely terrible in a way far above everyone else’s allergy woes. I’ve also decided that extra super bad allergies is a symptom of Long COVID or maybe a side effect of having COVID. I came to this conclusion based on pure imagination.
Anyway, I feel rotten today. I know it’s super boring and you’d much rather hear about my new Joan Jett Funko Pop (pictured above), or how I’m re-reading A Little Devil in America or my thoughts on how boring and unsexy The Thorn Birds was. Instead you get this because I made a vow to myself to update this blog at least three times a week because I’m afraid of falling out of the habit and spending all my time on work.
I’m hoping tomorrow will be better.