Spring is coming. I can feel it in my veins.

Mostly, I feel it in my sinuses.

The blossoms are appearing on the fruit trees all over town… as beautiful as they are, they are deadly. They wreak havoc on my allergies, which only came to be only a few years ago. It looks like those allergies are here to stay. I must’ve cursed myself when I started telling people that I never had allergies growing up, and I seemed to be the only one in my immediate family that wasn’t cursed with the itchy eyes and chronic sneezing. By the next spring season, the symptoms arrived. Cursed pollens! *shakes fist*

I actually can’t say that I know exactly what I am allergic to, but I know that flowering plants and grasses can irritate ’em to high heck. They seem to occur on and off year round, so I cannot pinpoint precisely what triggers my eyes to water, my nose to run, and my sinuses to explode.

I am not about to go through the skin prick test to find out exactly what causes my allergies. Have you ever had that done? It has always looked incredibly painful to me. I have memories from my childhood, accompanying my mom to the allergy clinic, where I would see other patients with dozens of pricks/scratches on their arms, and some on their backs. Eww. Those sights affected me greatly as a child… I thought that allergies were the worst thing to happen to a human being, well, besides having your head or other body parts severed. I feared the day that the possibility of taking that test would arrive.

To tell you the truth, I would fear having that test done today. I have extremely sensitive skin, and any kind of irritant makes my skin turn red and itchy and not heal for days on end. It’s just not worth it.

Oh, and enduring allergy shots? Forget it. It always seemed like a pointless exercise to have to get a needle pushed into your arm that might or might not work for your allergies. My parents were on the receiving end of those needles for many years, but they still suffer from full-on allergies.

I prefer to treat my symptoms as they come. Currently, I use a one-two punch of Flonase and Claritin, and Opcon-A eyedrops as needed. So far, so good.

I’ll have this thing licked yet. Or at least I’ll blow it out my nose.

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  1. Yes.

    My stepmom put us through the skin prick test when I was 11 or 12. They did a couple DOZEN of them, long rows up and down my arm. The ones I was most allergic to (dust! aaa!) itched like a mother. Also, I swear that people were already doing botox in those days, because when the skin prick chick (hey. sounds like a porno) would “smile” the corners of her mouth would not rise a single centimeter. They’d just stretch backward toward her earlobes. It served to creep me the hell out while I sat there itching my way into insanity. When this was all over, I had to start putting there horrendous drops under my tongue several times a day. I don’t know, did I answer your question already?

    It just occurred to me that all this happened on a November 1st. Why do I remember that?

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