If we were having this con(cough*cough)versation in person instead of through the computer (cough*cough) screen, every few words on my side would be punctuated (cough*cough) by my coughing. I'd cough some while you were (cough*cough) talking too but much more when I'm trying to speak. In the war on (cough*cough) seasonal allergies, I'm clearly on the losing side.
No itchy, watery eyes for me and I can breathe just fine through my nose. My only symptom is sinus drainage into my throat but that's enough to make me cough...and cough...and cough. Wayne is tired of hearing it, I know, but not half as tired as I am of doing it.
Drinking hot tea and gargling with warm water can only go so far in this war so I've called in reinforcements in the form of Benadryl. It helps but I don't have to look at the clock to know when it's time for another pill. My coughing intensifies. The downside is I feel like I'm walking around in a fog. My brain...and probably my body too...is moving slower and I keep feeling like I have to refocus on what I'm doing. Then there's the drowsiness; I can fall asleep at the drop of a hat. Admittedly, I've been known to drift off on the couch on more than one occasion but never as early or as often as since I started popping these little pink pills. If I ever develop insomnia, I'll know exactly how to remedy that. The sinus drainage? Not so much.
Surely whatever is behind this reaction will go away soon; at least I hope so. I'm not fond of this brain-fog and the constant hacking has grown really old. In the meantime if you're looking for me, just follow the sound. cough*cough*cough