So, I have allergies. I know this. They drove me nuts in LA, with all the pollution. As I was leaving California, part of my joyous celebrating was the fact that I was leaving behind my allergy hell.
And then Virginia said "Hold my beer...."
I did my PT test yesterday, and I was hacking out lung biscuits the entire run. I was passing pools of water where the edges were yellow from all the pollen they'd collected. I got on my bike yesterday, ready to go home, and had to dust off the layer of pollen that had collected on it during the day.
I practically gurgle when I try to talk in the morning. This is getting ridiculous. Some people asked why I want to move back to North Idaho when I retire. Because allergy season is two or three weeks of pine trees blowing pollen in the air, and then it's DONE.