Itchy!

When it comes to allergies, I’ve been a pretty lucky girl all my life. My brother had a “rain nose” that always got congested when precipitation was immenent. Both my siblings had lactose intolerance—breaking out in hives when they ate ice cream. Aside from some dry winter skin issues, I’ve had very little to complain about.

Until THIS spring.

I’m really happy spring is here; it’s been forever in coming after the winter we had here in Madison. But this week has been a rough introduction to what I *think* may be seasonal allergies. I’ve been super groggy at random intervals. Lots more sneezes. But the worse has been in the last day or two: ridiculous itching all over, especially my face. I just feel like I’m wearing a wool bodysuit and ski mask—and I just wish I could hop out of my skin for an hour or two. I’ve been joking that I’m allergic to lab. . . but actually it doesn’t get any better once I’m in doors at work. Hmmm.

Regardless, it’s just driving me a bit nutso. I keep recalling that episode of Star Trek: Next Generation where Counselor Troy, her mom, and some other folks all end the episode soaking in a mud bath, and just wishing I had a holideck of my own.