Here he goes again, old snotty nose, delving into his yearly vocabulary of mucus and saliva to tell us how bad his hay fever is...
“I’ve heard,” said someone on a zoom chat last night, “That local honey builds up your immunity...”
Everyone’s quick with a solution aren’t they? If I were a different kind of person I’d have demolished that fix before he’d hit the end of the sentence. I’m not though, so I didn’t; I just said thanks, without going into the detail of the year I tried it and almost lost a small fortune to the farm shop.
Well it’s back, anyway. The grass is blooming, the sun is shining, and ‘old snotty nose’ here woke up with his eyes stuck together and his face streaming.
Matcha doesn’t work. Local honey didn’t do it. Chamomile tea is not my favourite, and cetirizine hydrochloride is leaving my mouth dry, my lips sticky, and my nose blocked.
Someone else suggested switching medication each year between ceterizine and loratadine (the other one). The idea is that your body doesn’t get chance to build immunity to either. I don’t know what the science is there, and it’s been a while since I knew any pharmacology students to ask. My guess is that you switch side effects too, and get alternate summers of either drowsy afternoons or ‘runny tummies’.
And as President Business is fond of saying, the “cure can’t be worse than the problem”. Though, to be fair, his reasons are very different.
Well anyway, the next few weeks might be interesting, stuck indoors next to a parkful of grass. There are worse things out there though to suffer from, especially at the moment, and so, as I say every year (before going on about it in far too much detail) I won’t go on about it. At least, I’ll try.
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