Through my whole life I have never had to deal with allergies. One of my sisters had terrible hay fever, and I remember waking up in the morning and seeing her eyes so swollen and red she could barely open them. She suffered like that for a long time. As we grew to adulthood, her allergies waned a bit, though spring always brought her sneezing, itching and watery eyes and the rest of the usual misery. I always considered myself lucky that Angie was the only one of the three sisters who got struck down in the spring when the rest of us were just glad to see sunshine in Michigan.
My husband also has had allergies severe enough to consider shots, though somehow he has always ended up taking pills. In the last year or so, however, something strange has happened. He seems to be nearly allergy free, and I, on the other hand, have the worst case of symptoms, chiefly the red, burning and itching eyes. I have been avoiding taking any medications for it because they seem to make me a bit groggy, and, sheesh, I am already groggy.
Tonight, though after realizing my left eye looks near infection because I just can’t seem to stop rubbing it, I guess it’s time to take a pill.
How funny after all these years that I develop sinus allergies and in a place that would seem to be the least likely of all the places I have lived.
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