Spring is here! Or, spring is here for at least for a few days.
The warmer temperatures are here, the sunshine is here, and the air is filled with the sound of birds singing and the scent of flowers blooming.
The air is also horrifically thick with pollen.
I can't breathe, I can't think, I can't function.
I can't even tell you how much of a winner I have not been today.
Caffeine, prayer, and decongestants have yet to produce the desired result, and I have resolved myself to the fact that I'm a little sick. And so, I'm indulging in a little self-pity. Just a little.
I hate allergies. I hate how much allergy shots hurt. I hate how big my arm swelled earlier this week after I got my pollen injection (nothing to panic about, Mom. But it was unsightly and decidedly not cool).
I even broke down and used my inhaler this afternoon.
I hate my inhaler. My hands shake and my mind is even more scattered.
I can't write or draw worth a flip now.
I've never been particularly talented at either, but this side effect was a fate worse than death when I was little. I don't even want to talk about how my coloring skills suffered. It was very traumatic.
Just look at how badly I drew this bmp. drawing!
Like me, this poorly drawn squirrel is an allergy sufferer. You see those trees in the background? That's a forest of oak trees. No wonder he's sad.
Sad Squirrel is deathly allergic to oak pollen. It's terrible stuff.
I want to crawl back home and into bed.
At least I'm more attractive than that poorly drawn, very sad squirrel.
Bless his heart.
Okay, I'm done with my self-pity. I'm still miserable, but I do enjoy warmth and sunshine so I'm going to enjoy the next few days of spring. (Even though I'm astonished at how well I felt yesterday, and how terrible I feel right now!) And I swear to you I'm not high right now. This is simply how my mind works when I'm operating at less-than-competent capacity. I just tried to drink some more Mt. Dew while the lid was still on.
Everything's fine. Really.