It isn’t even spring yet and I am laboring to breathe. It sucks and I blow and blow and blow. What is especially bad about today’s breathing issues is that it was raining like I should build an ark earlier this morning and now it is snowing (so any air pollutants/allergens should be on the smackdown). The wind is blowing so much that we have a wind advisory. Come on through front and make it snappy because my head would like to clear.
I hold no real hope though that when this front passes that I’ll be able to breathe any easier. We haven’t even gotten to the big daddy tree pollen, plants a poppin’ part of the season yet. I thought allergies were supposed to get better as you get older. That’s a crock o’ snot. For me it has just gotten worse. And, some days the Allegra may as well be a jelly bean for all the good it does.
Why is it that when you can’t breathe you get really tired? Could it really just mean that I didn’t sleep worth a darn last night or is there really a correlation between labored breathing and tiredness? Speaking of sleeping last night, I ended up plucking a tissue off the bedside table at o’dark whatever and wiping my nose. Then I put it under my pillow. My mother used to do that for me when I was wee and had no bedside table. As gross as that sounds (snot rag under your pillow), it made me feel snuggly. Funny how little memories like that make me feel snuggly and sad all at the same time. OK, this is supposed to be a spleen vent, not some sort of maudlin memory lane.
I think not breathing=lack of oxygen=tired.
We live in the woods and the trees get me every year, but it’s a small price to pay for loving where you live, and the neighbors aren’t right in your lap!
Well, there’s also the point that you’re getting allergy symptoms because your immune system just went into Crisis Panic Alert Mode and any time your immune system kicks into overdrive you end up feeling somewhat like you’ve been hit by a truck. So it’s not just lack of oxygen it’s also the System Under Attack, Must Conserve Energy! thing.