It’s another scorcher today. Summer has finally reached our nation’s capital, and I love it. I thought the snow in winter was kinda cool, but after the shoveling walkway for the umpteenth time, I decided that I couldn’t wait for warmer weather. Then all spring, rain, rain, rain. But the heat’s here now and it’s fabulous… Except for the damn pollen. Today’s pollen index was 6.3–moderate–but still enough to make me sneeze and wipe my nose, even after taking Claritin. A person I know asked if I really wore sunglasses and a surgical mask outside–see previous entry below–and when I told him yeah, he said that’s weird, people will think I have a Michael Jackson complex or something like that.
It’s not bad enough that I have to suffer the physical affects of pollen, I have to suffer the social-stigma backlash it elicits. I snort Flonase, I drop Claritin. And I still sneeze, I still suffer from… postnasal drip (yuck). Is there anything else I can do? Except kill myself, or move to Antartica.
Oh yeah, the continuation of the JA thing below will come later. I think I know what i wanna say, but i can’t really articulate it–as if articulation was a requirement for a blog!