It’s been raining here in north Texas as if it were May — that is, seemingly CONSTANTLY.
So the dry heat of summer hasn’t arrived yet, which means the springtime pollen and fungus spores haven’t died out yet, which means ALLERGEN HELL for yours truly.
My mold allergy is insane — not only in the typical “itchy-watery eyes, sneezing, coughing, stuffed-up sinuses” sort of way, but also — at times — “egads, is that RINGWORM???” sort of way and “Oh my, I’m going to hork,” sort of way.
Fungus and I are not friends.
For all the 100-plus temperatures of a typical Texas summer day, I can usually depend on it to kill off all the nasty stuff that makes my allergic response go hay-wire.
But so far, this has been the WETTEST summer in recent memory. It’s July, and it feels like May — hot AND wet (and not in a “boom chicka-wow-wow” sort of way, but in a “I didn’t know humans can breathe in soup” sort of way). I live in the DFW area — it shouldn’t feel like HOUSTON.
No disrespect to Houston (I know many lovely people in Houston) — but you know what I mean.
I’ve been taking allergy meds (and related meds) like they were candy: a daily cocktail of store-brand knockoff Zyrtec (antihistamine), ibuprofen (broad-spectrum anti-inflammatory), Delsym (cough suppressant) and — depending on how miserable I feel — guafenisan (anti-mucosal) and phenylephrine (sinus decongestant). All with a tall glass of milk or iced mocha (depending on whether I take the meds in the evening or the morning).
Although the yard plants — grass, trees, shrubs, flowers — love it (and my lawn watering has been free), a return of a typical north Texas summer would be welcome. It’d be nice not to feel like an OTC junkie. And I’m sure Daniel misses our weekend visits to the various neighborhood parks and water park — I know that I do.