damn you, ragweed!
This is apparently ragweed season, & the worst time of year for allergies to act up. But I sure didn't need last night's news segment to tell me that. I already knew by my froggy throat, stuffed-up nose, & draining sinuses.
You know that commercial where they show cartoon characters in the different stages of a cold? One has a vice clamped to his head, another has a faucet for a nose... I so totally get that commercial now. Earlier today, I actually think I heard my nose decompressing. :-p So I've been popping allergy pills every few hours & walking around with a box of tissues under my arm, sounding like a fog horn whenever I try to blow my nose or clear my throat. (Lovely image, huh? Yeah, that's me, demure & ladylike down to the core.)
But a monster case of post-nasal drip hasn't kept me from catching up on the new season of television. So far, I've watched the premieres of NCIS & House...& cried during each. And last night was last season's ender for CSI, which I was happy to see a second time. (I love the episodes that focus on Nick; he's my favorite. :-)) And tonight is the first new episode of the season. Yay!
Still, I wonder where these allergies may have come from. As I sit here, sniffing & snorting, I can look out my window & see a beautiful field filled with yellow flowers.
Wait, those aren't flowers. That's ragweed!
Damn you, ragweed! Damn you to hell!
