Gezundheit!

Who would have ever thought that a two syllable word could render a grown man helpless? One moment I am enjoying a wonderful spring afternoon; the next I am reduced to a snivelling, snot-nosed phlegm factory. That's right...Pollen! Every spring we get doused with the yellow stuff. Last weekend was absolutely beautiful. Except for the thin layer of dust from the devil that covered everything in sight. I even called upon some friends upstairs and did a little rain dance, but it was too little, too late. The yellow marauders of my nasal nightmare had already stormed the castle, and taken up residence. What should have been couple of days of itchy eyes and runny nose has developed into hay fever. So here it is a week later, and I have taken every type of sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, stuffy headed, fever, so you can rest medicine there is out there. I have had Sudaphed induced crack dreams and technicolor expectorations courtesy of Vicks 44. I have had more than my share of chicken soup for my soul and enough vitamin C to keep the Florida Citrus Growers in tanning oil and flip flops for years to come. All is not lost though. During my sinus-imposed incarceration today, I have watched my 6 month old kitten, Jack, turn over two plants, try to strangle himself in the blinds, accidentally flush the toilet, and talk to himself in the mirror in the bedroom. Now I know what he does all day while I am out. And I watched a REALLY bad Charles Bronson movie, that had but one redeeming quality. But that's another blog entirely....