"Atopy" comes from an ancient Greek term meaning "out of place." How appropriate.
Yesterday, I got nothing done. And it's all because of allergies. I hate allergies. Of all the things that my body does to make my life more, er, interesting, allergies are the worst. I started having slight asthma symptoms at the beginning of the week, but since I was having a fairly laidback week it wasn't anything I couldn't ignore. And then yesterday, the mucous membranes got into the act. In a bid to stop the constant flow and sneezing, I was taking antihistimines every two hours. Everything I took was supposed to work a minimum of four hours, and some for twelve. But faced with my immune system's insistence on working overtime, Claritin, Drixoral, Zyrtec, and Benedryl merely tuck tail and run. So, in exchange for minimal relief from the incapacitating symptoms, I got the side effects of lethargy and heaviness and mind-racing panic from the antihistimines. It's always a toss-up as to which is worse.
I had decided I'd go to the clinic today for steroids if I wasn't better, but fortunately the big storm we had seems to have given me a reprieve. I'm grateful, because I could see I was headed fast to a full-fledged general atopic collapse.