|Us and the Buttercup|
And apparently something else that my body can't handle.
For most of my life, I've been told I get hayfever. Until my family moved to farm country when I was a teenager, this didn't make any sense. If I'm not around hay and I don't have a fever, what is this nasty head cold all about? Once we were in farm country, I just assumed it was from being around hay.
Several years ago, I learned that I wasn't necessarily experiencing hayfever; instead I was getting major sinus infections a couple times a year. So I developed a routine that resolved my miserableness: Zicam nasal spray, Airborne, a neti pot and good sea salt, and lots and lots of kleenex. Worked every time.
Until this time.
I had skipped out on Bible Study that day, and I'm the teacher, so that's saying something. My sore throat and runny nose just didn't seem to be the Message I was wanting to share with my girlfriends. Thinking fresh air would be good for me -- as well as the lovely blue sky and joy of first flowers -- we headed to the general location of where Dude and SwampMan had found the first buttercup of the season. Oh, the joy! There's a competition in our town to be the first to find one, and we've won now for three years in a row. We discovered a creek on our land that we didn't even know existed. We witnessed and photographed water levels unseen before by us. It was all so exciting!
An hour after walking back into the house, I felt as though someone had poured concrete into my sinus cavities. So fresh air isn't good for me?! I began to admit I may have a sinus infection, and started on my usual routine.
But it didn't work. Three days later, I was still sleeping (or trying to) sitting up in the
|a very full Big Spring|
Someone mentioned that the elms and something else were blooming, and it began to make sense. The nasal spray wasn't drying out my sinuses because it wasn't an infection -- it was swelling from histamines. Outdoor air was bad for me because it was filled with nasty pollen. And I couldn't really get away from it because there are two elms right outside my front door, with only single-pane ancient windows to block me from their onslaught -- ineffectively.
|One of the old homesteads|
So I switched to Benadryl. Now, we keep plenty on hand for those occasional mishaps and all the allergy-laden people we know, being so far from any reasonable medical facility. It's saved us twice so far -- once when I was bit by a black widow on my neck, and once when Munchkin ate what she thought was catnip. Because of these situations, we've also learned that liquid versions work faster than the pill form. Thus it's all bubble-gum flavor. Nasty stuff.
|We have a creek?|
Maybe all this fresh air is actually doing me some great good, bolstering my immune system. Maybe this ranch full of too much to do is actually keeping me outside enough to make my body stronger in the long run. Maybe farm life really is healthy.
I'll take it. And I'll tear out the elms.