Ah, allergy season. This year has been full of new and interesting surprises. Today I discovered that Oklahoma City is the worst city to live in if you have allergies. Tulsa is 108 miles from Oklahoma City, and you remember the song from Oklahoma “where the wind comes sweeping down the plains”? I imagine Tulsa isn’t much better for allergies than OKC. There really isn’t much to stop the wind…flat is…accurate
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Since things have started growing, my allergies have decided to try to kick my butt. Running apparently aggravates allergies. Not surprising, you’re outside sucking in more allergen filled air. I didn’t expect to have my very first allergy induced asthma attack, to discover that if there is enough pollen in the air I’m greedily inhaling that my throat will begin to swell, or that I’d lose my voice two afternoons in a row. Not mornings. Just afternoons.
Today, I returned from a lunch spent quietly running errands, no more than a “Thank you” or “Have a nice day” uttered in the hour I was out of the office. (For those of you who know me. Yes, it is possible for me to spend time without speaking. No, I don’t have to be asleep for this to happen.) Back in the office, I quietly work for an hour and prepare for my afternoon meeting. Then I go to give my report, and I sound like…my lovely co-worker described it as sounding like I’d inhaled helium and another suggested I could have a very profitable career as a very specific kind of operator…awesome.
Have I mentioned I’m in sales? Do you know what that entails? Talking to people…on the phone…a lot. Someone suggested I maybe not speak for a couple of days…kind of hard to do my job without talking…I would scream, but it wouldn’t do any good. No one could hear me.
Since I already take a daily allergy medication, eat local honey, use a neti pot, all sorts of allergen reducing products…I’m seeing an allergist this week. Seriously, the growing season in Oklahoma is too long for me to be relegated indoors for the duration. I have a special appreciation for the creators of emails, text messaging, IM, blogging….quiet is harder when you don’t have another option.
Here Endeth the Rant,
P.S. I thought I posted this yesterday. Oops!
P.P.S. My voice did come back, but the day is young.