I was awake at 4-something or other. It was dark and the moon shone through the Venetian blinds. I was barely awake before I started sneezing.
Without thinking about it, I was doing my best to keep those sneezes in. I pinched my nose and gulped as each one exploded after the last. It felt as though my whole body was convulsing in the effort.
The next few hours were similar. I dropped off back to sleep a few times, then woke up again, hot and bothered and snotty. At one point in the early light, I reached across for the tissues and tried stuffing them up my nostrils. It didn’t really work.
Yes, it’s hay fever season again - the worst part of the year; when the flowers conspire to pummel me into red raw submission. This year, I’m abandoning the cetirizine hydrochloride (runny tummies), I’m forgetting the loratadine (headaches and sleepiness) and I’m even trying to sparing with the fexofenadine. I’m stuffing my nose with hay max - a sort of branded vaseline that’s designed to prevent pollen getting up your nose. It’s doing an okay job. Except it seems to wear off in the middle of the night.
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