Extremely. We were at the horse stables today in the barn. A barn filled with hay. Okay, so this is how I feel silly: I have hay fever and the hay? It wasn’t helping it. It felt like I was saying an intentional pun, when I wasn’t. I just have hay fever and grass (hay) tends to make me break out in hives, streaming tears, and a runny nose. I hadn’t taken my allergy meds either until I got back and took a very hot shower, scrubbing every freaking pore on my body until it was red and raw.
If you know me in real life, you’ve probably experienced my allergy problems at one time or another. I love the outdoors though, I like flowers, I like meadows of wavy grass bending in the wind, I used to love hiking with a passion. But my allergies have progressively gotten worse the older I’ve gotten. I am not a happy camper if I’m sitting at a camp fire, tears and snot running down my face. I hate taking allergy meds because most of them out there rob me of any sense of mind (I kind of turn into a dumb mute who can’t hold a single capable thought in her head). But, if I can get pictures, sometimes its worth it to end up a snotty nose crying girl.
I don’t think a lot of people understand what it’s like to have allergies really badly. When I was a kid, the doctor would not let me out of the house all summer. I stared out a window and watched my sister play with the neighborhood kids. We had this huge hill in the backyard that went up to some high ranking person’s home. Cardboard of any kind was used as a sled. You took a running start, threw yourself on the cardboard and tried to see how far you could get going down the hill. Add in the grass cutting forts and the constant running around like a mad rabble and it’s a miracle I survived my childhood. Most summers, it was like I had a permanent head cold that would never go away.
The first time Joe discovered my allergies was when I flew out to visit him in the middle of the pollination season in North Carolina. He wanted to drive his RC cars around and wanted me to do it with him. I wanted to hug the AC unit to my bare chest and huddle over a box of kleenex. I ended up sitting in his car, the AC on high, draining two boxes of kleenex. The second time was during a phone conversation. I went out back of a home I own in Nevada to clear weeds out of the backyard. I barely made a dent in it and within 30 minutes, I was sprawled out on the couch, doped up on benedryl and weezing myself to death.
Allergies people, are not fun.
The best way to control allergies is to drug yourself and avoid the thing that sets you off. I can’t even drink good beer anymore because it makes me congested (pending the ingredients). So you have to imagine my apprehension when I walked into the barn today and saw the hay.
I feel itchy just thinking about it.
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This past Halloween my store thought it would be a great idea to bring in real hay for a children’s photo shoot. *shakes head sadly* You can imagine how THAT went. I was lucky enough to be the first person to break out into hives, but I certainly wasn’t the last.
My allergies keep getting worse with age, too, but I would take the damned medicine if I could just afford it. It’s toooo expensive for me, so I shall suffer! Indoor and outdoor allergies, to boot.
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