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Seasonal Allergies: The Clockwork Curse

Woman with handful of pills and a glass of water

OMG ALLERGIES!

I awaken around 5 in the morning in the first week of March to a sneezing fit and a dry throat and the reality begins to dawn on me what I’m in for in 2023. I figure it was all due to having forgotten to turn the ceiling fan off prior to turning in for the day, but that’s only part of the problem. COVID precautions with the mask wearing means that my hypersensitive immune system is at a vulnerable reset point, devoid of its usual programming that over the years had nearly rendered me immune to such triggers. As my eyes begin to water, my sinuses close, and my nose begins to drip like an aging faucet, I tear off to the restroom cabinet in search of the remains of allergy meds from some two years prior. Some are expired, some about to expire. I don’t care at this point, I just want to get more sleep.

I down a gulp of water; then get out my old trifecta of phenylephrine, loratadine, and one of several glucocorticoids. I hastily apply all 3 remedies, followed by another big draw from my bedside water cup, then head back to bed, hoping to eek out another few hours before I have to wake up.

Unfortunately, for many of us in the Lone Star State, this scenario is a reality of life that occurs with the changing of the seasons.

In anticipation of this, I’d attempted to prevent this exact scenario by by adding local honey to my tea a few weeks prior. I sadly hadn’t been as deligent as I perhaps ought to have been about remembering to apply this fix, and so am now wide awake in bed scribing this post some 45 minutes after the initial allergy attack. Upon the waking on the morrow, I intend to apply the old honey and tea remedy once more, and prepare for the arduous battle ahead: Spring has arrived.

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