First off, I can hardly breathe. Like, literally, I can hardly breathe anymore. At first it was confined to nighttime, when I was trying to sleep. I tossed and turned, feeling my chest compressing, not allowing me to breathe. I was panick-stricken, jumping out of bed in a fearful pursuit of air. Now I can't breathe well during the day either. Still scary, but the light of day makes me less anxious somehow. I know it's all an allergic reaction to something--pollen, mold, dust, Kika? I'm popping antihistamines left and right, I've even got a routine down--Sudafed during the day, Benadryl at night to help me sleep. I actually worried while taking the Benadryl last night that I might not wake up this morning since I'd had a beer at dinner. The intense sneezing and nose blowing has come to a virtual end, in favor of the persistent crush in my chest. I can hardly breathe.
Tornadoes swept through southeastern Virginia yesterday, right in the rural area where my mother grew up, and where I still have the majority of my maternal relatives. I'm concerned about their well-being--injuries, property loss. I'm still waiting to hear.
Tomorrow I leave for San Diego to visit Adam for a few days. I'm looking forward to the sunshine, ocean, sharks, and warm weather. Adam says I'll feel better because there should be less mold out there. I miss living near the coast, mostly because of the smell of the salt water. I can't wait to go walking on the beach, and breathe in the smells I miss so much. That is, if I can breathe at all.
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