Friday, July 29, 2016
The Father, the Son, the Holy Ghost, and the honey bear
(The honey bear was my idea because, at this point, why not?)
The allergist, in a last ditch-attempt to solve my coughing fits which have not abated since, oh, MARCH, now has me on three different meds. At once. Flonase, Zyrtec, and Dextometh-something. Now if I could stop nodding off in front of my spreadsheets I'd be all set.
The weird thing is, I only go through this in the summertime. And yet the things I'm allergic to are not seasonal in nature. GO FIGURE.
She had me do a breath test yesterday, one of those "take a giant breath and then breathe into this tube thing" type of tests, and it only confirmed what we all already knew, i.e., I am absolutely FULL of hot air and have NO PROBLEM WHATSOEVER dispelling it.
The next step is to go through the injections, and I swear, I would have shots in my EYEBALLS right now if it would stop this constant, nagging, m8therf8cking COUGHING.
Send help. And cough drops.