It’s amazing how much an overactive immune system can slow you down. For the last three weeks now, I’ve been plagued with allergies so bad, there are moments I can’t breathe, can’t swallow, and really can’t do much else. I’m now feeling very sorry for myself in a first-world sort of way.
Allergies are the result of an oversensitive immune system that misidentifies harmless organisms (think pollen, ragweed, mold) as terribly evil and sends out its armed forces to fight them. Non-allergy victims tasked with describing the condition will refer to symptoms as mostly inconvenient, but otherwise harmless. Mostly inconvenient is what happens when you put a slice of bread in a toaster and it pops back less brown than you’d hoped. Allergies are more than mostly inconvenient—they’re energy-draining, misery-inducing, life-sucking bastards. And they’re turning me into a very angry person—not at all a good look for me, in the spring or otherwise.
::growl::
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