Hay Fever is the devil....

I always thought that hay fever was something you were born with, like poor eyesight or flat feet. Little did I know that you could develop it later in life, out of the clear blue sky, while you're walking around minding your own business.

I've tracked it back and I think I've pinpointed the year that spring time allergies began taking over my life. When my daughter was very young, someone at her day care center offered me a kitten. I've never met a kitten I didn't fall instantly in love with so I took it home. My daughter named it "Blue" for no reason that made sense and we settled into making a home for him (her? I don't remember). Shortly after, I developed the worst allergy symptoms ever: sneezing four or five times in a row, itchy, watery eyes, constant sniffling, fatigue, etc., and it took weeks before I realized that it wasn't a cold. I'd never had allergies and assumed it was Blue's fault. I now know that it probably had nothing at all to do with the cat. That year may just have been my year to develop a sensitivity to tree pollen. But I didn't know that at the time so the cat had to go. Bye, bye, Blue. I explained to a sad child that Blue had to go um, .... somewhere else.... washed all my clothes, got rid of the litter box, and tossed all Blue-related items. I started to feel a little better after he/she left but I now recognize this as a pattern. Late spring/early summer is miserable for me but I'm usually OK by July. If I'd known it wouldn't have made any difference, I'd have kept the little beastie. Darn.

I feel the same way about selling at craft shows as I do about small kittens; I can barely resist the temptation. I've had a burst of creativity lately and have been making new stuff, thinking about new designs, and ordering a few supplies here and there. I had scheduled myself to vend at a small show this Saturday but not sure I can make it now. Darn. This is one I've never done before, and going to New York means spending more time with family, especially Lukey Lou. Although I didn't wake up with the same screaming headache I've had every morning this week, I still feel like someone ran over me with a large truck. Sigh. Will have to play it by ear. Off to make a large cup of tea, maybe a fried egg on a mini-bagel, pop a Zyrtec and see what happens.