For the last several years I have been tormented by splitting headaches. I was always tired, too. A simple trip to the park with the kids left me feeling exhausted. In typical guilty mother form, I felt bad for feeling so bad. But last year I had a knee surgery and, for the first time in our family's medical history, we met our health insurance deductible so I went crazy! I went to an allergist.
Guess what?
I have allergies! All this time I thought my fabulous suburban life was giving me a headache and sapping my energy. I called it the "ungrateful bitch syndrome."
But I have allergies!
Yahoo!
Seriously.
Yahoo!
I have always loved this time of year, when everything is blooming, but this seemed to be the time of year that I was the most uncomfortable, too. I am so thrilled to know that there is a physiological reason for my syndrome.
I have a runny nose and itchy eyes and I am short of breath so I am test driving allergy medications. So far I am successfully using Optivar for my itchy eyes. (It burns soo good!) I have also developed a new appreciation for those kids that are crushing up little red Sudafed pills (the kind you have to sign for at Walgreens.) I am beginnning to think that it is possible that all of those meth makers are just kids with really bad allergies gone bad. Those little red pills are amazing and despite the fact that my doctor and pharmacist and webmd.com insist that it is not possible to become addicted to Sudafed it doesn't feel right to love a drug like I do. On the advice of my doctor I also started a prescription of Allegra D.
I don't like having allergies but I am really happy to know that my problems aren't just my bad attitude. Look at our lovely yard. Everything is so colorful and alive. What kind of monster would be grumping about while living in the middle of this suburban bliss?
