the season to be miserable that is.
i am deathly allergic to cottonwood trees. why? i don't know.
want to know how i discovered said allergy? one summer my family walked a trail up by sleeping bear dunes marked... the cottonwood trail.. yeah. that wasn't fun.
it's the only thing i'm allergic to, but boy am i allergic to these things.
i'm miserable when they bloom. on saturday when we were out planting our garden, i felt it, my eyes getting itchy, my nose, stuffy. i hadn't seen the white stuff flying yet, but i said to mike.. they're around somewhere, i KNOW it... the next day, i saw them flying.
last year i was miserable, mostly because i was pregnant and couldn't really take much. i could have taken more than i did, but with a miscarriage under our belts i was too freaked out to take anything, so i didn't, and oh did i mention that we lived in a backyard with 8 cottonwood trees?
thankfully this year we don't live there anymore, but my new dilemna is that i'm nursing, so basically i still can't take anything. so here i sit with itchy red eyes, wishing i could take something, but thankful that it's raining this morning which keeps them at bay.... for now.