A haze has descended over Casa de Katie. A big toxic haze. I imagine it looks yellow-green, that oft-ignored Crayola color, too light for anything useful. I bet it could color a dusty, toxic haze of allergens, though. Big, spiky pollen balls the size of elephants crashing around the house. Bouncing off the lawn and setting off car alarms.
Yeah. The allergy monster has come a’callin’.
It’s been so warm here (75 today, 80s by the weekend) that those silly trees, they thing it’s spring! Warm weather, sunshine, plenty of rain each week. Why, they think it’s time to blossom! Time to bloom! Time to throw some pollen at my nose! The weeds have been reaching for the sky, frozen in a perpetual stick’em-up pose. City workers have been busy cutting the grass. Stop!I yell at them in my head. You’re going to make it worse! Make the sneezes bigger! And louder! And…and…damnit KERCHOO!
At night, you can hear trumpeting coming from Casa de Katie, a Seussical musical accompaniment to the thumping of the oversized pollen bouncing around the house. Gracie and Bee have struck down, too. We all fight over the tissue box, often all three grabbing for a sneeze-trapper at once. It’s about as pretty as it seems. Sniffle. Snort. KACHOO! Sniffle. Everything has a cartoon-track playing along in my head, seemingly “normal” under the circumstances, but maybe that’s the OTCs talking.
Maybe I’m not supposed to feel like I’m starring in my own slapstick comedy. But while I sort all that out and try to tune back to an allergy-free everyday existence… Bring on the drugs. Bring on the lotion-laced tissues. Bring on the tea and the early bedtimes. Because whatever makes this more bearable (delusions and all) is good enough for me!