|Sweet, sweet oat squares|
Back when I could eat WHATEVER THE F I WANTED TO EAT (aka the good ole days before celiac disease) - I loved, I mean really, really loved Quaker Oat Squares. Have you not tried them? Well, you can go buy a box and thank me later. Those dry oat squares could be positioned on my tongue and then harshly dragged back and forth across the roof of my mouth until (wish I was kidding) my mouth would bleed.
I HATE this time of year. It is miserable.
This year I am struggling to be able to keep my contacts in for an entire day. My eyes keep getting all murky and cloudy right after dinner when I start driving peeps all over tar nation, which seems really safe. Blinking a ton and driving? Try it - if you have a secret death wish.
I could handle a stuffed up nose or excessive sneezing. I mean, sneezing is my jam right now, because it automatically itches the throat - at least a full-on, loud sneeze is capable of such joy. So, what to do? Carry around sneezing powder? What is this the 1800's or something?
Real people take allergy medication. There is no over the counter stuff that will help me. Not even dent my issues. Years and years ago, I decided to be allergy tested. I was in college. I was on my folks' insurance. I scheduled the appointment, and went in for a scratch test.
The nurse actually let out a small scream when she came to check on me. They tested me for like 100 things and I reacted to at least 95 of them. I left the office looking like the hunch back of Notre Dame with a big swollen back.
I also left the office with the doctor's recommendations for treatment. The parental units decided that his treatment seemed a bit over the top. So, nothing. They did nothing.
And here I am, begging for a coat hanger. And also thinking this is the year I see an allergist after we've met our deductible of course. When will that be? Late October? Then, when I am not in the throws of severe itchiness (like my eyes itch but if I leave them alone I can survive - but even the sides of my face around the corner from my eyes itch like a mother this year) my allergy needs become less urgent.
|I had not had sherbet (I pronounce is sherbert -|
so correct me all you want, but I
will stick by my original pronunciation.
Coach called to me from the family room when he saw me scoop out my second bowl: 'Finish it, finish it!' I misunderstood him and I thought he said, 'That's the shit! That's the shit!'
Great, now my allergies are affecting my hearing.