Rule number one: Always make sure to load up your body on as many antihistamines as possible, and stock up on face masks before visiting two botanical gardens, one of which had a lot of dust and dying plants, in one weekend. Since last weekend, I've been so sick that I feel like I've a touch of pneumonia or something.
Typically once or maybe twice a year, my allergies get so bad within a day or so, I'm congested, my head hurts, I can't breath, I'm sneezing, then coughing. It all starts in the head and works it way down to the chest to where I feel like someone's sitting on it, making it hard to breathe. Any little exertion and I'm about to pass out.
This one hit Sunday night and by Monday morning, there was no way I was going into work. I felt bad, because I've only been there a little over two months and I'm already taking time off for being sick. Luckily, they've all been great and I've been able to work some of the days I'm able to even get out of bed.
That's the thing about this stuff, it literally knocks me on my ass to where I cannot get out of bed. One minute I'm shivering uncontrollably and the next I'm throwing off the covers and sweating enough to completely soak the bed sheets. My whole body aches from head to toe. Just getting up to try and eat (which I have no appetite) or to shower takes a lot of work and I'm exhausted afterwards. You would think I had bronchitis or pneumonia the way I was acting. But no, it's just allergies that morph into something worse.
I was so excited when we moved to California that I had not one allergy problem since the day we got here. No medications, no nose spray, not one sniffle, nothing. I thought I was allergy free for the first time in most of my life. Maybe I had found the land of no allergies! No such luck.
I still think my allergies might be better here, but let's just stay away from Botanical gardens for a while and go back to enjoying walks along the beach.
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