It happens every seven years. Every seven years, I have a spring in which I am allergy-ridden. Each time that seventh year rolls around, I’m given allergy tests and am allergic to completely different things than I was allergic to seven years before
I woke up this morning with my eyes swollen shut. I have been sneezing since six AM. So now I sound awful and my throat is sore. I look as if I sparred with Holly Holmes (our local lady boxing champ). I can’t remember which was the seventh year past. It gets so miserable that, in the past, I’ve visited the emergency room for adrenalin shots. I really do not have time for this right now — and it seems to be starting awfully early. We have been below freezing every night. I can’t imagine it’s the kitchen mess — because a) no one has done any work in there, and b) whatever’s there has been there for a long time and I’ve not reacted to it.
So, please, if you see me on the street, don’t let your children laugh and point.
