Seasons don't fear the reaper

Ah, spring. The birds are singing, the temperature is pleasant, the sun is shining. Love is in the air, and so is. . .pollen, mold, dust, fungus, and any other countless number of allergens. Some fun. Spring is usually the time of year when I, for one, want to curl into a little ball and stay in my room until swimsuit season. You may all remember that earlier this week, I was sick. I had a runny nose, headache, sore throat, cough and fever. Now my fever's gone and I feel much better. Now I just have the runny nose, headache, sore throat and cough. What an improvement! Yesterday, my dad and I ran a couple of errands. It was me and him, riding in the truck with the windows down, my long hair blowing in the breeze. The sun was shimmering in the sky as Spring opened her sleepy eyes and smiled at us with a twinkle in her eye. The radio was playing oldies that you could really sing along to, and dad was whistling merrily. It reminded me of when I was a little girl and just knew that at any second my dad could randomly decide to stop at 7-11 for a slurpee or somewhere for an ice cream cone. It was sublime. Plus, since we were running errands for my boss, I was getting paid $13.75/hr, which is always nice. But I paid the price later. Oh yes. My nose clogged up, my throat clogged up, my voice became all sexy and scratchy, but I guess there's an upside to every situation. The lovely wind that blows in at 65 miles per hour drives the allergens into my skin, hair, and orifices with the brutal efficiency of a shark attacking a bleeding surfer. *sigh* Even with my lovely lovely steroid shot that makes life bearable, spring is just too much for little ole me. Without the shot, I would be a useless mess right now, and probably would have to be on antibiotics because my allergies would have been so bad that I would have developed a sinus infection and bronchitis. Believe me, it used to happen every spring. I think Mother Nature hates me. I'm not her favorite, that's for DAMN sure.