I have asthma and allergies. Since I possessed both, I figured I would do the smart thing and move to the worst state in the nation for allergies; North Carolina. I think there is a 2 week window in the month of January where allergy sufferers get a reprieve from the onslaught, that’s it. For the other 11 1/2 months of the year, you pray that your pills are working and that you can remember where you put your rescue inhaler. The pollen count scale goes to 100. Yesterday, the tree pollen count in my county was 149. On Tuesday, it was 153-the highest they had ever recorded. Walking out in that as an asthmatic would be like someone with a peanut allergy eating a 32oz jar of Peter Pan Chunky Peanut Butter. On top of that, I finished my allergy shots back in January. I had been getting allergy shots once a week for the last 7 years. They weaned me off of them like a heroin addict with methadone. The funny thing is, though; that I hadn’t even noticed the pollen. Well, except for the 13 metric tons that I’ve brushed off of the car this week.
Since I was doing so well with the pollen, I thought I’d live on the wild side and tackle a project that required contact cement, stain and varnish; 3 things that aren’t exactly friendly to your lungs. AND, I would do it all without a respirator, I’d only use one of those little white surgical masks. DANGER SEEKER! Well, some might say idiot, I don’t know, but the point is; I’ve been completely unscathed by this pollen storm. I took a couple of pictures of our van and our patio table to give you an idea of the dusting we’ve received. I have to admit, I’m feeling a little cocky-I’m thinking of lighting some leaves on fire just to see how far I can take this. Of course, now that I’ve written this, karma will bite me in the butt and send pollen spores the size of those things in The Langoliers to teach me a lesson. Until then, I’m going to enjoy my first pain free allergy season in a decade. Now, where’s my rescue inhaler?