bitching bout hay fever
I have come to the conclusion that this house is not my sanctuary from hay fever, but rather the thing that makes me so bad.
I was struggling to move this morning, collapsing many times because of sneezing constantly is wearing me out, my body is sore from it, and the way I get hay fever it makes me weak and shaky (and I was already quite shaky from the asthma puffer… yay for waking up hardly being able to breathe)
I dragged myself to Greensie, had to mail off the package to Jake today. And I did that. And I felt crappy there, but no so crappy as I did when I walked back into this house.
It’s killing me. It is seriously trying to kill me.
in other news…
*cough* *splutter* *die* see? evil house!
It’s raining outside. A lot. Yay! I love rain. I’d go out and just stand in the rain but I just got dry from my shower.
I should eat something, but I don’t have the energy to go and get something, and then have to chew and swallow… too much effort.
I’ve never had hayfever but an ex boyfriend used to get it so bad he’d be bedridden for days. His face all swelled up disgustingly and he got headaches and snottyness. Poor boy! And poor you! Use the ‘death house’ as part of your willing argument to go live with Squido! Lianne Marie xXx
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