Eyes filled with crud, tearing up out of the blue. Nose is both dry and running at the same time, an tingling.
The back of the throat is raw, it feels as if an iron weight is placed on the lungs, the occasional cough feels as if a pack of cigarettes had been smoked in an hour.

No I did not catch a cold or the flu.

Allergies.

And let me say that I absolutely, positively, ferociously HATE spring. To others it may be the season of love and life – to me it’s a death trap waiting to finish me off.

Now if you excuse me, I have flowers and blossoms to burn…

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