…and almost immediately I can feel the pollen penetrating my lungs. What had dwindled to a light cough has, in the span of an hour, spiraled into a wheezing, ribcage-muscle-pulling hack fest. Thanks, pine trees.
The weekend in Chicago was great, save for the intermittent bouts with illness. The four day span was a rollercoaster physically. Late on Thursday I couldn’t keep my eyes open, having accidentally taken some non-non-drowsy allergy medicine. Then on Friday I started to feel much better and figured I was making a turn for the cured. Saturday brought a return of the sore throat and nasal spigot, which wasn’t so bad, then Saturday night I was fine.
The kicker in all this was that I really did take care of my body this weekend. I wasn’t up much past 11 each of the three nights I was there. I limited alcohol intake and never so much as glanced at a cigarette. But yet my body still hates me.
Today saw a ‘cacophony’ of noises as Millie so eloquently put it, but by and large I was fine. Then came the 36,000-foot cruise back to the dirty. I am a man with a high pain threshold, but the descent into Birmingham nearly reduced me to tears. The reintroduction of pressure to my sinus passages brought an agonizing torture that no amount of jaw popping and or nose-pinched, mouth blowing could alleviate. Seriously, I wouldn’t wish it on any of the people I despise (Hyundai drivers in Mobile, in-boarding area diaper changers etc.) I sat there thinking how best to apologize to the family in front me when my sinus passages reached capacity and my face went IED on their four-year old. Krr-pow. Luckily my body readjusted before the fuse ran out and I was able to keep this model-looking mug intact.
Anyway, here I am, ready to die again. Combining a cold with allergies was worse than the flu I suffered back in February, much, much worse. At least then I could take NyQuil and not deal with body aches for 4-6 hours. I foresee a restless night of coughing ahead.
5 days until Friday.
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