The weekend is here. Unfortunately, this weekend I don’t feel like doing much because I feel like I have a huge, forever-tightening clamp on my head. Or a better way to put it is this:
Basically, I feel like that will be my head at any moment. I’ve spent almost all my time since Friday in a darkened room and sleeping whenever I can. I woke up today and felt a little better but it’s getting a little bit worse as the time goes on.
I feel like it’s more of a problem with my sinuses than anything. Spring is here and people are mowing their grass every chance they get. The smell of freshly mown grass is enough to make me feel like this. I hate grass. I’m allergic to it, actually. My parents pretended like I wasn’t and made me the official grass mower when I was a kid. Every time I’d finish mowing, I’d look like, feel like, and sound like I had the flu for the past 3 years. I think my allergen immunotherapy needs a little bit of a recharge but then, I ask myself whether I want to subject myself to immunisations every week. (Hint: I don’t. Plus, it’s not really that bad. Not as near as bad when I was in Texas.)
So yes, I’ve been hiding this weekend and if it doesn’t get any better, I will be hiding all this week too.