Seasonal Allergies

Traditionally I am not one who suffers from seasonal allergies too much. I get a little bit of a reaction now and then, but generally speaking it’s not a problem for me.

I am working from home today and I have the windows in the room open. The landscapers came and mowed the lawn a few hours ago. Ever since I have been in mild allergy land. The lawn mower must have kicked up a few gigatons of pollen and shot it right through my open window right into my nose. I’ve been sneezing and coughing and my eyes are itchy and my throat is scratchy and my nose is running.

Stupid pollen. Stupid, stupid pollen.

Cough

Two hours ago I ate a granola bar. It feels like the teeny, tiniest little spec of granola, barely a molecule or two, has some how gotten stuck near the back of my throat. I’ve been coughing ever since. I brought a water bottle full of our delicious Poland Spring water, flavored with some delicious grape flavoring. I drank the whole thing while trying to dislodge the speck of granola. I failed. There’s no delicious spring water here at my parents house. I filled up the water bottle with tap water. Then I remembered I was supposed to bring a grape flavoring bottle with me tonight. I had some here, but not enough to adequately grape-ify my water bottle. Shit, cough cough. Shit.

The Bruins and Capitals are playing game three of their first round series. Similar to games one and two, game three has gone to overtime. The Bruins have been rolling in the overtime period with nothing to show for it. I could really go for a Bruins game winning goal right now. Two minute left in the overtime period. I’m starting to get a bad feeling about this one. Shit, cough cough. Shit.

For the second consecutive Nana-Sitting night I am having all kinds of bad allergies. Sniffles, runny nose, the works. All of that on top of my stupid granola bar cough. Shit, cough cough. Shit.

I have a pimple on my left ear lobe. It hurts like furious, bloody murder. Shit, cough cough. Shit.

I wanna go home.

Fun with Allergies

This afternoon I was in the bedroom sitting at my desk and feeling like seasonal allergies were kinda kicking my butt. My nose was stuffy and I was coughing and stuff. Basically COVID symptoms without the COVID.

Fast forward a smidge and my beloved Jennifer and I were in the living room eating dinner and watching the aforementioned Tina Turner doc. I felt fine. Allergy free.

After dinner I went back to the bedroom to do my exercise for the day and wouldn’t you know it, the allergy symptoms came a-roaring back for more.

Why? What is the cause of this? Why one room and not the other?

It’s a mystery for the ages. I mean I doubt even Scooby Do and the gang could unravel this one.

Memory Fail

I had something that I wanted to write a post about but I can’t remember what it was.  Don’t get old, kids.  It sucks.

I already mentioned recording some guitars.  Three songs underway.  I posted a to do list earlier and all but one thing is done.  I swept and mopped the dining room floor, I filled the bird feeders, I started watching two shows on Netflix, Money Heist and The End of the F***ing World.  Two episodes into each and so far they are all right.  I can’t tell if End of the World is a black comedy, or an ugly drama that is sometimes funny.  Trying to answer that question is taking me out of it a little.

I got a delivery of replacement parts for my CPAP machine last week and I finally got around to putting the new parts onto the machine.  Everything that could be changed has been.  New hose, harness, mask, filter, and (for the first time) reservoir.  Also, reservoir is a difficult word to spell.

But what the hell was it that I wanted to write about?

I don’t know.  I give up.

It’s really hot out and it’s big time spring and my mild allergies are flaring up like mad.  Probably because all of the windows are open and I just went outside a couple of times.  My head feels a little stuffy and funky.  I’m going to go flake.  Talk to you later.

Busy

I’m already tired.

It has begun.  That time of year when we go from being busy to being off the wall crazy busy.  Instead of just having to get the kids to and from piano and karate, we now have to get them to and from piano, karate, baseball, and softball, and unlike piano and karate they do not play baseball and softball together.  Tomorrow, they both have a game starting 30 minutes apart.  Monday, they both have games starting at the same time.  It’s madness!  It’s also fun.  Expect many updates on the status of baseball and softball games.  Who’s winning, who’s playing which positions in the field, who’s getting hits.  All that fun stuff.

Still, I’m tired.  I think allergies might be involved.  My step son is missing his second consecutive day of school with a fever.  Obviously that’s not allergy related, but I wonder if maybe he has a little allergy action adding to the misery.  We’re all tired and stuffy.  If that’s the price one pays for not freezing their ass off when they go out of the house, then it’s worth it.  I just wish I could breath and sleep a little better.

Let’s not forget that we’re less than a week away from more of this:
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Even though we are only a week removed from this:
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The Bruins play game two of their first round series with the Leafs tomorrow.  They spanked the Leafs hard in game one.  Let us hope that continues.

The Red Sox… kinda rule.  Who knew that all they needed to do to erase the horror of last season was trade their most expensive players and fire  schmucko the clown.  They have the most wins and the highest winning percentage in all of the majors.  Please please please please please let this not be a fluke.  Last year was so painful, I can’t take a collapse this year.  I just can’t.  World Series of Bust, babie!  (says the guy who was hoping for nothing more than a .500 season)