Today, the pollen count is 10.4.
I managed to go outside to drive to Denny’s to pick up food and bring home and eat. There is something about being on a lot of Benadryl for several days in a row that makes Denny’s sound really good.
Don’t worry, I didn’t drive while on Benadryl. It had worn off by the time my husband and I decided to go get food. I take half a Benadryl at a time, and it generally lasts for about six hours.
Benadryl makes me cold, and then hungry, and then tired. (Well, more tired than typical. I have fibromyalgia. I’m ALWAYS tired.) I can tell the Benadryl has kicked in when I start looking for a sweatshirt on days when everyone else is perfectly comfortable without one.
Oddly enough, this Spring Pollen Season has been… less horrific… than previous ones. I mean, I’m getting some writing work done. I’m only waking up with eye pain on some days – but not most days.
I’ve never been good at keeping track of the passing of time… and that’s getting worse thanks to all the Benadryl, a bizarre sleep “schedule” (which is more like a “random”), and… I’ve already forgotten what the other thing was.
When I started writing these posts, I thought it would be an easy way to keep track of symptoms and to share what I go through with other people.
Instead, it’s like my life is being written by Hunter S. Thompson.
“We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold…”