I’ve had allergies for the past 49 years. Seriously. Started when I was two years old.
My big problem is congested sinuses and nose. Loud breathing at night – drives my wife crazy just as it probably drove my folks crazy in the 60s. Sneezing over and over and over until I think my eyeballs are going to pop out and fly across the yard and land in the bird bath.
Perhaps you can relate.
I was recently going through a box of old stuff from my childhood (my Mom was good at keeping records, I guess). I uncovered a gem of a letter from my pediatrician from when I was not yet three years old. Literally typed out probably on an old IBM Selectric in courier font. I remember the smell of his office in that donut-shaped building by Southdale in Edina. Proof-positive that I have been suffering from allergies since the winter of 1966. To bolster my street cred on this, I’ve included as Exhibit A that very letter that for some reason my Mom kept all these years.
Thanks for your outpouring of sympathy. Continue reading “Seasonal allergies and . . . ah-ah-ah-choo! . . . you.”