Every Year

It's been moving in day for the green goblins of allergy season. I'm not sure what it is about night, but that is when I become an advertisement for Nyquil and my sinus cavities fill up so they can drip down my throat while I sleep. Then I wake up to a dead, furry cat in my chest that needs to be coughed out.

During the day, I am fine. I work, I run, I don't even think about it. Then 8 p.m. hits and I fill up with gunk, my eyes water and go crusty, and my ears plug up.

The Mucinex commercials are spot-on. I don't know how many of the goobers I've spit up and coughed out in my 39 years of life. I also don't know the biological reasons for them. It makes no sense to me.

My post today is a giant whine.