I feel like I spent last night sitting in Death Valley screaming at the top of my lungs. Ya know I can handle itchy eyes. I can handle the sneezing, runny nose, or stopped up nose even. I can handle the headaches, but good god I can’t stand it when my throat and the roof of my mouth feel like someone fed me razor blades and sandpaper.
Thankfully I don’t have any customers lined up today, so I shouldn’t really have to talk much. If someone calls me I know how to ignore the call. I’m debating on walking up to my Grandparent’s to get some of Nana’s good ‘ole Rock n Rye cough medicine. If that shit doesn’t know this stuff outa me I don’t know what will.
Tags: allergies, itchy eyes, razor blades, sandpaper, sore throat
