The mold spores and cedar pollen are off the charts again today. Not that I needed to check the allergy reports to know that. My eyes, nose, and throat informed me moments after I woke up. I stopped the allergy medicine yesterday, because it’s good to do that at least once a week. I don’t like fighting my body’s natural responses to something it’s allergic to, and taking antihistamines doesn’t make me any less allergic. Doing so only hides the symptoms of what’s going on with my immune response, just like pain killers only mask the pain even though the pain and what’s causing it is still there. Being medicated all the time just throws my body out of whack in so many ways, so I hate having to do it.

This pollen season is being horrible, and as much as I would like to not pop pills today, I would also like to not end up with a migraine … and unimpeded breathing is always nice too. Of course, thirty minutes after I take the stupid pill, I will be completely useless for much beyond reading and writing simple words, looking at pretty pictures, and staring at walls. Oh, and taking naps with the cats. It makes life a little less than fun to feel like a zombie. Sure, I’m a breathing zombie, but a zombie all the same. Yeah, not much joy in that.

But even though I am more miserable physically than I have been in quite a while –and I expect at least a couple more weeks of this– I still don’t want to kill all the cedar trees. It’s not their fault I am severely allergic to their reproductive process. I’ll just keep popping my pills as often as necessary, get as much done with my days as I can, and wait patiently for the season to come to an end. It sucks, but there’s nothing much to be done about it. It’ll be over again eventually.

At least we managed to get to the market this morning and restock our completely empty freezer with a huge stash of fresh and tasty cow and pig parts. There were no acceptable veggies to be had, and I think we’ll be looking into other ways to get our goods from the Richardsons. If the only thing we are driving all the way across town to get is our meat supplies, which has been the case now since our friends from the Dominican Republic went home (or out of business, we haven’t heard what happened), there’s no sense going to that market. Maybe a monthly trip out to the farm to get it would be a fun excursion for me and an excuse to take lots of photos of the happy free ranging animals soon to be on our plates.

Aaah. The pill I took when I started writing this is kicking in. Time to find something totally mindless to do until it’s time to take a nap. Maybe I’ll feel better tomorrow.