Allergies are the bane of my existence. I have year-round allergies, but each spring
I am once more reminded just how much Mother Nature hates me.
I love flowers and finally seeing the sun make an appearance
after months of overcast and rain. I enjoy going outside without needing to
wear 18 layers of clothes and a scarf.
Spring is when people go out and walk their dogs and when I go out to
look at all the dogs being walked (I don’t have a dog of my own). However, I know that every new flower that
blossoms is Mother Nature’s latest attempt at killing me.
On the up side, I am not alone. My roommate experienced a ten-minute sneezing
fit yesterday at work. I have seen more
people rubbing at their eyes over the past few days (and I don’t think that all
of it can be attributed to sleep deprivation). Apparently updates from allergy
sufferers in my city are also “trending” on Twitter.
You’d think with such advanced medical research and
high-tech companies here, we would have done something about this by now. I bet that, given how many nerds/geeks that
live in the area, this city has a higher-than-average number of allergy
sufferers per capita. If economics has
taught me anything, it’s that this should
create demand for allergy treatments within the market. Other than allergy shots and an insane amount
of antihistamines, I haven’t heard of any magical medical mixes that will solve
this problem.
During most of the year, my allergies are a minor
annoyance. My allergies are background
noise to the rest of my various medical afflictions. On one hand, I think that my allergies are
beneficial during every time of the year other than spring. I need to make sure to keep my room relatively
dust-free and somewhat clean. I can’t
let food get moldy without having a particularly annoying respiratory reaction.
I imagine that my allergies are like beefy white blood cells
that attack anything and everything that comes into my system. I picture my immune system looking like the
cast from “300” only with grenades, laser vision, and ninja-like reflexes. Whenever everyone else is out with a cold or
the flu, I look around and think, “Huh. I didn’t even know that was going
around.” Thank you, Godzilla-like over
reactive immune system.
If I were to have a conversation with my immune system about
this, I would ask, “So that cold that everyone got except for me last
fall. Did I never get infected or were
you guys just super effective?” The leader of my immune military combatants
would likely say, “What cold? Oh, that pesky thing? We dealt with any of those
silly buggers that tried to come in. It
was nothing. That dust mite, however, that
was an epic battle, believe you me!” I
think that the commander has a really cheesy absentminded British accent. And probably wears a monocle. Yes, definitely a space cadet. I bet they even drink the germ battle fighter
equivalent of Earl Grey tea.
Maybe there will come a day that medicine and science can
create a way for me to work with the armed forces commander of my immune system. So if any of you reading this are in the
medical field or need a really cool research project, you should get on
this. You’ll have a willing human test
subject.