I like fall. It’s pretty, and the temperature’s nice. But sometimes fall doesn’t like me back. Today, for example, I can feel the allergy monsters approaching. There’s been a little bit of the whole back-of-the-throat mess happening for a couple of days, and today I’m blowing my nose and sneezing a lot. Fall is doing this to me. Jerk.
But I feel fine! This is just a minor annoyance. I don’t know how accurate this is, but I always assume that if my head is exploding (could be mild, could be extreme) but I don’t otherwise feel sick (no achiness, no fatigue*, no general blah-ness), it must be allergies. If I actually feel bad, then I must have a cold or something. According to me, then, this is allergies. Which is good. Ish.
*This past weekend’s constant complaining about how sleepy I was doesn’t count. It was self-inflicted. Especially on Saturday – we didn’t go to bed until 2am Friday night. I don’t handle that well. Just thinking about it is making me yawn.