The Ten-Year Gauntlet

I have met my match. It is called mountain cedar. Apparently, it's the spawn of Satan for anyone remotely allergic. I had made such headway in my allergies, "grown out of them" as my old allergist once told me. I managed what little sneezing tendencies I had towards mites and mold with a friendly Claritin look-alike.

Until this Texas winter. My eyes run, my nose runs, my head hurts, my back hurts. I go to school, come home and crash for two hours, get up and grade/plan until 11:30 pm, get up at 5:30 am and do it all over again. Everyone is sympathetic. "It lasts for about 10 years," they say. "And then you'll become immune." 10 years? Are you kidding me? I'll take some snow about now. Anything cold to lay against my raw, red nose.

I was going to write about serious matters as well, but that should be done when the writer is calm and rational (or in a rage of brilliance.) I, on the other hand, am just whiny. I will follow this up soon with something a little less...self-absorbed.