All hail the Divine Goddess Benadryl, for she is a good and loving Deity. She granteth me the ability to breathe, however strained and tortured it might seem. She cleareth my head, though I still feel as if I have an IQ roughly equivalent to a rutabaga. She giveth me energy, albeit just barely enough to get up and grab my ninth cup of coffee. Man, is this getting silly, or what?
OK, so I still feel like crap. And perhaps Benadryl isn’t the answer…but it seems more sensible than a sinus transplant. Whatever allergens I’ve run into here have absolutely knocked me on my ass. I keep hoping that I’ll adapt in time, but this sucks. This REALLY sucks.
