My allergies are back in full force.
Last spring, after a day of spreading spoiled hay several inches deep over the whole garden, I was slammed with sinus congestion, postnasal drip, and eventually asthmatic stuff. I still don’t know if I officially wheeze, but definitely get constricted — I described it last year as feeling like I’m underwater with a throat full of feathers.
In early March, I think it was, I got the drip going again and a week or two of Claritin plus neti pot seemed to do the trick.
For the last several days it’s been back, and worse, and I’m getting that feathers feeling again. I’m not at the point where I can’t talk or breathe deeply without coughing, but I’m definitely uncomfortable.
I hate that there is any such thing as allergies or asthma, and I wish that eating as well as we do made more of a difference. Perhaps if we ate all organic, and prepared everything just so.
Meanwhile, though, I hate the suggestion of cooping myself up indoors. I’ve got plants that need to get into the garden. I need to water the garden. I like being outside. The sun and fresh air are good for me, other than the allergy bit. And while it’s not hot now, I don’t like the recommendation to keep windows closed and use AC. Open windows don’t use up energy. Same feeling about air filters. The whole thing reminds me of antibacterial soap and other hyper-sanitary ideas.
(I do still have a good bit left in last spring’s inhaler, and I know where it is, should things progress in that direction.)