This is a post in which I whine. Don’t say you haven’t been warned!
So, it’s spring time! It was May Day yesterday (which is still considered a major holiday here, barbeques, people outdoors, day off work, etc.) and the weather is nice. But, ugh. The spring also means my spring allergy, and let me tell you, it’s not fun at all.
It first appeared sometimes in 2005. I have no idea why. Ok, I have two ideas: 1) this is when I moved to this apartment (the building is old and my grandma, bless her, was never big on cleaning) and 2) I was 24 at the time, and they say some allergies start after puberty.
In any case, every spring since then has been, well, not horrible, but difficult for me. It’s not just that I get rashes and my face is full of pink spots – I wouldn’t mind that as much. The main problem are headaches – I get pretty mean migraines. I’m susceptible to migraines so this makes them even worse. And these migraines are weird. They hurt and my ear gets cold and my throat itches.
I’m also sleepy all the fucking time. Like, I can sleep for 15 hours straight, wake up only to be sleepy in an hour.
The worst thing is that I can’t find a proper medicine. They either don’t work, or they work by making me even more sleepy. So I’m really unproductive. Which sucks.
They say I’m allergic to dust. Which actually means I’m allergic to dust mites. Which actually means I’m allergic to dust mites’ shit – because this is what people allergic to dust mites are actually allergic to.
But there has to be something else (and not just dust mites’ shit) I’m allergic to, because it starts in spring – some kind of a plant, no doubt. But they can’t discover what it is.