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So I think I’ve figured out why I was such a sickly child. I literally used to be sick  2 to 3 times a month with sinus infections, throat problems, all that fun stuff, when I was growing up. Well, I’m pretty sure I’m allergic to my parents’ house. I’m currently sitting here with a runny nose, a scratchy throat and gooey eyes. Not to mention the sneezing, coughing and complete lack of appetite. I get like this roughly… Every time I come home. This time is one of the more mild times, considering I did get some runs in and I functioned relatively well for the majority of my trip. The last time I was home was terrible, but I still blame that on the new dining room.

So this revelation basically sucks. I love my family and I love coming home. Granted I only get to come home roughly every six months or so, so I guess it isn’t much to worry about. But it certainly puts a damper on my ability to enjoy myself at family gatherings. I already take an antihistamine daily. Well, daily when I remember. I have remembered to take it every day since I’ve been home. Well, I’m making the drive back tomorrow so I guess I won’t be figuring out the answer during this visit.

M update: When I left last week he was being moved out of the ICU, so he’s doing better, I guess.