Allergies

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Rebecca winked at the small girl at the other end of the aisle. The small girl’s eyes widened in surprise and she quickly ducked around the corner, hiding from view. The momentary bit of levity lifted Rebecca’s spirits as little had lately. The sudden loss of her constant companion left a faint gray film over the entire world.

She sniffled and continued her half-hearted search for store-brand antihistamines.


Spring has Sprung

And allergies are kicking in. Tonight I stayed in bed and watched Straight Outta Compton. And now I’m watching Pink Panther cartoons: currently Pink Punch


No Fun at All

I’m allergic to many things, among them mold, mildew, pollen, cats, and birds.

The only one to normally bother my eyes is cats, but we learned last night that it’s been a banner month for mold around here with all the flooding. Six times the normal levels, in fact.

This morning Ian brought me two kinds of eye drops at work, which I quickly dripped in. Who cares if someone walking by wants to complain that they think I’m doing drugs? My poor, poofy, watery eyes needed some relief. I got some, I took a nap this evening, and that probably wasn’t the best thing to do, because now they’re scratchy again.

I feel like I have been rubbing our friend’s cat, Jack, all up in my face. I’m really allergic to poor Jack.

Maybe I’ll feel better tomorrow.

Do you know how hard it is for a makeup junkie to not wear eyeliner?

It’s hard.