allergesus!

I feel like I need to be wear­ing a big sign in public:

“It’s not COVID, I promise, I test­ed. It’s allergies.”
 

Be­nadryl is solid­ly on the “no fly” list for me un­less my al­ler­gies are ex­treme­ly extreme. 

Tonight is one of those situations.

Weird how – if I take it when my al­ler­gies are at their ab­solute worst – in­stead of mak­ing me feel like I’m gonna slip into a Rip Van Win­kle type sit­u­a­tion, it pret­ty much just mel­lows out all the crazy shit go­ing on in­side my body and I can fi­nal­ly get a mo­ment of normality.

Yeah. That.

—emi­ly duchaine

Flom­mist Emi­ly Duchaine lives in the Pa­cif­ic North­west. She likes to drink mead, learn about sharks, and lis­ten to the Talk­ing Heads. She pre­tends to be a pro­fes­sion­al busi­ness­woman most days. Copy­right © 2023 Emi­ly Duchaine.

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