Friday, September 20, 2013
My allergies have been bothering me the past few days. Mostly, it's just heavy post-nasal drip. It's fall, and we have things that release pollen in the fall. So I checked the pollen report: zip. Nada. Nothin' to see here, folks.
This lack of pollen made me fear that I am allergic to Tuffy. I was allergic to Magic, but I kept him for 16 years. I'd keep Tuffy, despite allergies. I buy diphenhydramine in large bottles. It's my beautiful pink miracle.
I mentioned this fear to my legal assistant. As it turns out, her allergies have been bugging her the past few days, and today was especially bad. Another legal assistant reported the same. So I'm guessing it's not Tuffy (although I wouldn't put it past them to lie to me in the interest of seeing me keep Tuffy!).
I've taken plenty of drugs this morning. I'm still sneezy and a little dull around the edges. I have the deep fear I'm coming down with a cold. (Which would mean all three of us have come down with the same cold. That is not outside of the realm of the possible, though. My office seems to be an incubator for pathogens. One person gets sick, and it works its way through the entire office over the next 4-6 weeks.)
I have the afternoon off, so once I'm done with court I will head home. I think I'm going to indulge in a little Nyquil and lie on the futon and let the cats walk all over me. I was going to mow the lawn, but if it's allergies, mowing the lawn will just make it worse.
I'm still planning to go camping this weekend. I'll just bring along my arsenal of drugs and spend my time relaxing and napping. The boys can go play without me. So I won't be going for a swim or a run or a ride. Yep, I'm just going to relax.
So why does the thought of relaxing make me so panicky?