Spring: balancing beauty, BenadrylPublished 11:22am Friday, April 12, 2013
You take the good with the bad.
I haven’t used my heating or air conditioning in weeks. The landscape is dotted with splashes of color, colors not seen for many months in nature.
I don’t need a jacket outside, and I have been able to wear flip-flops for the first time in a while. The bees are buzzing, and the woodland creatures old and new are flitting about.
Spring is here.
If you don’t have allergies, I envy you. Go outside and enjoy untarnished springtime merriment.
Personally, I loathe this time of year.
Spring is a time of renewal and rebirth.
And I am one of the estimated 35 million Americans that becomes born again every March – as a crusty, red-eyed version of my former self.
I become a regular Frankenstein monster, with a voice that is becoming deeper and more nasally by the day.
Unlike food or drug allergies, I can’t simply avoid the allergen.
Outside, it looks like a yellow Pixie Stick bomb went off. It’s on my car. It’s on the porch.
It’s like a minefield, except there is no space between the mines.
It seems to be particularly bad this year.
I can’t breathe through my nose, and my snoring has been so loud it has literally awakened me multiple nights.
The morning after these rude awakenings, I have been faced with a choice.
After I pry my eyes open, which mid-April is now like shucking an oyster, I can either deal with the symptoms or take medicine – medicine that makes me more tired.
I have been cycling through all the allergy pills and potions I can get without a prescription.
Zyrtec hasn’t seemed to do much.
Claritin does fend off the funk for a while, but I don’t care what it says on the box, non-drowsy is a loose term.
And Benadryl will have me staring at the back of my eyelids by lunch if I take it first thing in the morning.
I hope this hasn’t offended any fervent spring fans out there.
I love the smells (what I can still experience, that is).
It is refreshing to watch as the landscape, which was grey and lifeless a few weeks back, transform into a pastiche of color.
It’s beautiful – it really is.
I just don’t think it is fair that a season marked by so much life can make someone feel so close to death.
Nelson is news editor for The Outlook.