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And there is only one reason why. Or in fact, only one word why. Hayfever.
For the past few days, and seemingly for the oncoming couple of months, I have woken up feeling incredibly crap.
My nose is blocked.
My nose can also be runny.
Oh yes, and I’ve rubbed my nose so much that it’s red all over, and that’s thanks to its constant itching.
My eyes water. Constantly.
My eyes itch. Constantly.
I sneeze. All the damn time, usually in frenzies or around fifteen before I’m finally able to recover.
Oh, and finally, my throat itches. Yes, my throat.
In German today I had to read out a roleplay, and I sounded like a parrot with a peg attached to it’s nose (if that’s even possible.)
I look, feel, and sound like I’m absolutely exhausted. That could be because I don’t go to sleep until 1am, and I’m getting up at the earlier time of half seven for the World Cup, but I’m sure Hayfever contributes to it.
The Benadryl tablets ran out this morning. I’d only had about three of them, and the rest of my family don’t even have Hayfever!
Oooh, yes, and it was raining for a lot of today. I can’t imagine what it’ll be like on a hot, scorching day, while all those lovely insects and flowers are pollinating.
My nose is okay while I’m standing up and running around, but as soon I sit or lie down it all fills up, and the chances of breathing through my nose are about the same as George Bush actually making a good decision.
So yes, I do hate summer. There’s nothing better than being cosy and warm in your house while it’s absolutely chucking down outside, but as for summer…well, it doesn’t matter whether I’m in or out, it’s still crap.
The Benadryl adverts tells me not to let flowers get away with it. Well, I try not to let them in my back garden, but every time I do my mother chases me from her prized garden with a rather long rake.
Ah well. I’m off now, to do a huge amount of sneezing, a large number of sniffs and most probably a lot of eye-rubbing too. Summer.
Thanks for reading, Ant.
For the past few days, and seemingly for the oncoming couple of months, I have woken up feeling incredibly crap.
My nose is blocked.
My nose can also be runny.
Oh yes, and I’ve rubbed my nose so much that it’s red all over, and that’s thanks to its constant itching.
My eyes water. Constantly.
My eyes itch. Constantly.
I sneeze. All the damn time, usually in frenzies or around fifteen before I’m finally able to recover.
Oh, and finally, my throat itches. Yes, my throat.
In German today I had to read out a roleplay, and I sounded like a parrot with a peg attached to it’s nose (if that’s even possible.)
I look, feel, and sound like I’m absolutely exhausted. That could be because I don’t go to sleep until 1am, and I’m getting up at the earlier time of half seven for the World Cup, but I’m sure Hayfever contributes to it.
The Benadryl tablets ran out this morning. I’d only had about three of them, and the rest of my family don’t even have Hayfever!
Oooh, yes, and it was raining for a lot of today. I can’t imagine what it’ll be like on a hot, scorching day, while all those lovely insects and flowers are pollinating.
My nose is okay while I’m standing up and running around, but as soon I sit or lie down it all fills up, and the chances of breathing through my nose are about the same as George Bush actually making a good decision.
So yes, I do hate summer. There’s nothing better than being cosy and warm in your house while it’s absolutely chucking down outside, but as for summer…well, it doesn’t matter whether I’m in or out, it’s still crap.
The Benadryl adverts tells me not to let flowers get away with it. Well, I try not to let them in my back garden, but every time I do my mother chases me from her prized garden with a rather long rake.
Ah well. I’m off now, to do a huge amount of sneezing, a large number of sniffs and most probably a lot of eye-rubbing too. Summer.
Thanks for reading, Ant.
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Listen to me...
Seriously, go see your doctor and get some kickass drugs. I used to suffer big time, and last summer was an absolute nightmare. My eyes were streaming so much, I had to pull over as I was driving to work, as I couldn't see.
But I went to the doc, who prescribed me some stuff (basically benedryl), which did booger all, but he did say to try these and come back if they didn't work, as there's loads of different types of hayfever pills, and different ones work for different people. So I went back, got some more, and it was like magic. Hayfever gone for the entire summer.
Believe me, make an appoinment now, and you could be enjoying the rest of the season.
Seriously, go see your doctor and get some kickass drugs. I used to suffer big time, and last summer was an absolute nightmare. My eyes were streaming so much, I had to pull over as I was driving to work, as I couldn't see.
But I went to the doc, who prescribed me some stuff (basically benedryl), which did booger all, but he did say to try these and come back if they didn't work, as there's loads of different types of hayfever pills, and different ones work for different people. So I went back, got some more, and it was like magic. Hayfever gone for the entire summer.
Believe me, make an appoinment now, and you could be enjoying the rest of the season.
Guh. I really do feel sorry for you people who have to suffer like this every damn year...
But on another note, I've decided you're the King of Similies, Ant. I know no other person that uses them as much as you do. :0D
But on another note, I've decided you're the King of Similies, Ant. I know no other person that uses them as much as you do. :0D
And there is only one reason why. Or in fact, only one word why. Hayfever.
For the past few days, and seemingly for the oncoming couple of months, I have woken up feeling incredibly crap.
My nose is blocked.
My nose can also be runny.
Oh yes, and I’ve rubbed my nose so much that it’s red all over, and that’s thanks to its constant itching.
My eyes water. Constantly.
My eyes itch. Constantly.
I sneeze. All the damn time, usually in frenzies or around fifteen before I’m finally able to recover.
Oh, and finally, my throat itches. Yes, my throat.
In German today I had to read out a roleplay, and I sounded like a parrot with a peg attached to it’s nose (if that’s even possible.)
I look, feel, and sound like I’m absolutely exhausted. That could be because I don’t go to sleep until 1am, and I’m getting up at the earlier time of half seven for the World Cup, but I’m sure Hayfever contributes to it.
The Benadryl tablets ran out this morning. I’d only had about three of them, and the rest of my family don’t even have Hayfever!
Oooh, yes, and it was raining for a lot of today. I can’t imagine what it’ll be like on a hot, scorching day, while all those lovely insects and flowers are pollinating.
My nose is okay while I’m standing up and running around, but as soon I sit or lie down it all fills up, and the chances of breathing through my nose are about the same as George Bush actually making a good decision.
So yes, I do hate summer. There’s nothing better than being cosy and warm in your house while it’s absolutely chucking down outside, but as for summer…well, it doesn’t matter whether I’m in or out, it’s still crap.
The Benadryl adverts tells me not to let flowers get away with it. Well, I try not to let them in my back garden, but every time I do my mother chases me from her prized garden with a rather long rake.
Ah well. I’m off now, to do a huge amount of sneezing, a large number of sniffs and most probably a lot of eye-rubbing too. Summer.
Thanks for reading, Ant.
For the past few days, and seemingly for the oncoming couple of months, I have woken up feeling incredibly crap.
My nose is blocked.
My nose can also be runny.
Oh yes, and I’ve rubbed my nose so much that it’s red all over, and that’s thanks to its constant itching.
My eyes water. Constantly.
My eyes itch. Constantly.
I sneeze. All the damn time, usually in frenzies or around fifteen before I’m finally able to recover.
Oh, and finally, my throat itches. Yes, my throat.
In German today I had to read out a roleplay, and I sounded like a parrot with a peg attached to it’s nose (if that’s even possible.)
I look, feel, and sound like I’m absolutely exhausted. That could be because I don’t go to sleep until 1am, and I’m getting up at the earlier time of half seven for the World Cup, but I’m sure Hayfever contributes to it.
The Benadryl tablets ran out this morning. I’d only had about three of them, and the rest of my family don’t even have Hayfever!
Oooh, yes, and it was raining for a lot of today. I can’t imagine what it’ll be like on a hot, scorching day, while all those lovely insects and flowers are pollinating.
My nose is okay while I’m standing up and running around, but as soon I sit or lie down it all fills up, and the chances of breathing through my nose are about the same as George Bush actually making a good decision.
So yes, I do hate summer. There’s nothing better than being cosy and warm in your house while it’s absolutely chucking down outside, but as for summer…well, it doesn’t matter whether I’m in or out, it’s still crap.
The Benadryl adverts tells me not to let flowers get away with it. Well, I try not to let them in my back garden, but every time I do my mother chases me from her prized garden with a rather long rake.
Ah well. I’m off now, to do a huge amount of sneezing, a large number of sniffs and most probably a lot of eye-rubbing too. Summer.
Thanks for reading, Ant.
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