Saturday, March 15, 2003
Chalk dust
I've never had allergies this bad before.
It all started two weeks ago, when my nose opened forth its floodgates, much like a faucet set full blast, and began to dribble. In both directions, that is, forward out the nostrils, and backward, down my throat. I could put up with the constant nose blowing, but the occasional coughing fits in order to keep the stuff out of my lungs... I could do without.
The ground outside is stained yellow with pollen. It looks like a chalk truck overturned. The corrugated edges of the yellow stretches look like the coastline of some miniature continent, peopled entirely by tiny little packets of genetic information by which my nose cannot abide.
My sinuses are packed with that entertainingly-spelled bodily humor, phlegm. Phlegm! I feel like shouting it when I wake up, do more than shout it every time I snort pale green out my nostrils. I feel like I must be made of snot. My sinuses are under such pressure that I feel that if I press just right on the top of my nose, their contents would aerosol outward in a fine mist. But they don't, and believe me I've tried.
Then, the pollen began to recede. Either that or I got used to it, or something, I don't pretend to know much about the pollen and plant reproduction (though I suppose I should), but there didn't seem to be as much yellow, and I know there wasn't quite as much snot. The constant rains we've been getting washed much of the stuff away, and sea level inside the catacombs of my lower head began to drop.
Until Spring Break. Now I'm back home again in Brunswick, and the shores of yellow, it seems, never disappeared, they just moved, tectonically, south about a hundred miles.
Sudafed doesn't even seem to be helping much. And the red pill did such wonders for Neo.
