Hello allergy season.
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you and I have to say I’m not sure I’ve missed you. In New York, despite all the things that bloomed in the spring, despite the exhaust and grime, you didn’t come around. In Iceland, there weren’t enough flowering things for me to see you.
But in Portland, in Portland you have a special treat for me and I will spend the next two weeks with the constant reminder of your presence. I will have to relearn the skill of keeping my hands away from my face. I will have to remember to pack tissue when I leave the apartment. I will once again sleep with a damp cloth over my eyes.
No, my dear, dear allergy season, I regret to say that I have not missed you.
Yours,
Mary
Here in Georgia, the extremely wet fall and winter have lent themselves to one heckuva start to allergy season in the Deep South. Pine trees are budding and spewing pollen with a vengeance already. Thing 1, Thing 2, and I have been having absolute fits this week.
Oddly, I never had allergies while living in the South. There is something in Portland that I’m allergic to which doesn’t grow down there.
Try five element acupuncture. It took awhile, but it really works for me.