Allergies or How to Tell It’s Spring

Spring has sprung and the grass is definitely riz and I know where my allergies is.

Sometimes I want to have a nice air conditioned bubble that I could move around the outside world in. Seasonal allergies make me their bitch every year.  Best part of this is – I was not kept inside as a child (I have photos to prove this) and probably ate my fair share of dirt. I guess autoimmune issues one up nature.

So if you don’t hear from me, it’s likely that I’m trying to find the antihistamines… and with cloudy eyes and stuffed nose… that’s not so easy. 🙂