Tingly nose. It’s the early warning system, kicking into action before the worst week of the year. To be honest, it’s a pretty useless early warning system - what’s coming is coming, and like an apocalyptic comet or a giant tsunami, there’s no stopping it. The best I can do is hunker down and not let myself be surprised when I start sneezing my head off.
In a few days’ time. June arrives. Nature, like clockwork, ticks into action.
I’ve taken an Allevia then. I’ve still no idea what anti-histamine does to the rest of me, but hopefully it only blocks up the parts that might let grass pollen in - fexofenadine doing its thing.
You know the worst of it is… it’s so boring! It’s runny nose and scratchy throat, it’s puffy eyes and red-raw skin, and then it’s crusty nostrils and pockets filled with spare tissue and toilet roll. And then it’s over.
But for now it’s a tingly alert, a sign of the inevitable, the approaching foe that, when it’s here, must be fought with grace and dignity. I do wish I didn’t have this yearly skirmish. It would be so nice if it could just be summer.
Anyway. Buckle up, Matt. Or whatever it is you’re supposed to do.
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